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flying in one direction, and she went flying in the other trying to shield the child from the fall. But it was too late. His head hit the bottom of the last stair, and dark red blood began oozing from the wound.
The dog started circling Carson and barking ferociously as he lay still on the ground like he was dead.
“Oh my God, Carson!” she yelled, with motherly instinct. “Wake up!” she cried, cradling him in her arms before lifting his little body from the ground.
On the other end of the phone her boss was listening in. When he finally heard the whimpering of a child and Cynthia’s voice soothing him, he hung up, knowing what he had to do.
Later that day …
After taking Carson to the doctor and finding out it was just a nasty flesh wound, Cynthia remembered she had left the managing partner of Ebert, Smith and Cooper hanging on the phone when Carson hit his head, though it didn’t matter one bit at that moment.
When she arrived back home and put the child down for a nap, she dialed her secretary’s number.
“Hi Margaret. Can you put me through to Mr. Cooper?”
The secretary hesitated.
“Margaret, are you there?” Cynthia asked her secretary. The woman had been her assistant ever since she’d started at the firm.
“Mr. Cooper said when you called back to tell you to put in for … formal, Family Leave.”
“What?” Cynthia exclaimed. “Family Leave? I don’t need Family Leave,” she said in a tense voice.
“I’m just the messenger,” Margaret reminded her. “He said they will approve your full three months, no problem, and they will re-evaluate things when all of this is over.”
Cynthia’s mouth was open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And my full case load?” her heart dropped as she waited for the answer she feared.
“They’ve already reassigned it to Eric Jackson, just temporarily.”
Cynthia knew if they had reassigned her full caseload, she was as good as forgotten for the partnership position.
There was silence.
“The Goldstein case?” Cynthia held her breath.
Margaret sighed.
“Tell me, Margaret,” Cynthia pushed.
“Eric has that one, too. I’m so sorry Cynthia,” Margaret offered. “I know more than anybody how hard you’ve worked on particularly that case.”
“I know you do because you were right there with me,” Cynthia said. A thought she did not want to embrace rushed into her mind. She had to know. “Are they reassigning you to Eric?”
Margaret didn’t answer and the silence stretched.
“You can tell me,” Cynthia softened.
“Yes,” Margaret said. “I will now be assisting Eric.”
“I was afraid of that,” Cynthia said.
“And I might as well tell you, he’s taken over your office, too, at least until we get everything moved. All the files are in there.”
Cynthia remembered the day she’d moved from her stuffy interior office to the light-filled corner space. She was shocked, saddened … and suddenly very angry.
All she needed was a little time. After all, emergencies happen! After everything she had contributed, they couldn’t give her a little more time? It’s not like she wasn’t working; it’s like anything had fallen through the cracks.
“Are you okay?” Margaret asked.
She tried to hold back, but she couldn’t. “No, this is a bunch of crap!” Cynthia shot, picturing her pint-sized co-worker, who’d long since been sniffing around her clients, sitting in her office, grazing over all the work she’d fought tooth and nail to bring into the firm.
“I know,” Margaret said. “But-- may I speak freely?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“It’s probably for the best Cynthia. I mean, you don’t know what’s going on with the plane crash, and it could very well be several more weeks before anything is resolved. Just think about it. It’s best all
The dog started circling Carson and barking ferociously as he lay still on the ground like he was dead.
“Oh my God, Carson!” she yelled, with motherly instinct. “Wake up!” she cried, cradling him in her arms before lifting his little body from the ground.
On the other end of the phone her boss was listening in. When he finally heard the whimpering of a child and Cynthia’s voice soothing him, he hung up, knowing what he had to do.
Later that day …
After taking Carson to the doctor and finding out it was just a nasty flesh wound, Cynthia remembered she had left the managing partner of Ebert, Smith and Cooper hanging on the phone when Carson hit his head, though it didn’t matter one bit at that moment.
When she arrived back home and put the child down for a nap, she dialed her secretary’s number.
“Hi Margaret. Can you put me through to Mr. Cooper?”
The secretary hesitated.
“Margaret, are you there?” Cynthia asked her secretary. The woman had been her assistant ever since she’d started at the firm.
“Mr. Cooper said when you called back to tell you to put in for … formal, Family Leave.”
“What?” Cynthia exclaimed. “Family Leave? I don’t need Family Leave,” she said in a tense voice.
“I’m just the messenger,” Margaret reminded her. “He said they will approve your full three months, no problem, and they will re-evaluate things when all of this is over.”
Cynthia’s mouth was open. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “And my full case load?” her heart dropped as she waited for the answer she feared.
“They’ve already reassigned it to Eric Jackson, just temporarily.”
Cynthia knew if they had reassigned her full caseload, she was as good as forgotten for the partnership position.
There was silence.
“The Goldstein case?” Cynthia held her breath.
Margaret sighed.
“Tell me, Margaret,” Cynthia pushed.
“Eric has that one, too. I’m so sorry Cynthia,” Margaret offered. “I know more than anybody how hard you’ve worked on particularly that case.”
“I know you do because you were right there with me,” Cynthia said. A thought she did not want to embrace rushed into her mind. She had to know. “Are they reassigning you to Eric?”
Margaret didn’t answer and the silence stretched.
“You can tell me,” Cynthia softened.
“Yes,” Margaret said. “I will now be assisting Eric.”
“I was afraid of that,” Cynthia said.
“And I might as well tell you, he’s taken over your office, too, at least until we get everything moved. All the files are in there.”
Cynthia remembered the day she’d moved from her stuffy interior office to the light-filled corner space. She was shocked, saddened … and suddenly very angry.
All she needed was a little time. After all, emergencies happen! After everything she had contributed, they couldn’t give her a little more time? It’s not like she wasn’t working; it’s like anything had fallen through the cracks.
“Are you okay?” Margaret asked.
She tried to hold back, but she couldn’t. “No, this is a bunch of crap!” Cynthia shot, picturing her pint-sized co-worker, who’d long since been sniffing around her clients, sitting in her office, grazing over all the work she’d fought tooth and nail to bring into the firm.
“I know,” Margaret said. “But-- may I speak freely?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“It’s probably for the best Cynthia. I mean, you don’t know what’s going on with the plane crash, and it could very well be several more weeks before anything is resolved. Just think about it. It’s best all
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