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updated. There was a computer which Paul Scholefield explained was tied into police records, even federal records, as well as a mainframe that would feed them precedent cases and investigative information so they could understand and examine police reports and forensic evidence. One of the secretaries was at the keyboard entering in new information provided by one of their private investigators.
"Wendy, this is Kevin Taylor, our new associate. Kevin, Wendy Allan."
The secretary turned around, and once again Kevin found himself taken aback by a beautiful face and figure. Wendy Allan looked to be twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She had peach-colored hair layered softly with sweeping bangs that were feathered over her forehead. Her chestnut brown eyes brightened as she smiled.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"Wendy will double as your secretary and Dave's until we hire a new one,"
Scholefield explained. Kevin smiled to himself with the thought that soon he would have his own secretary.
"Look forward to working with you, Mr. Taylor."
"Likewise."
"We'd better catch Ted," Paul whispered. "I just remembered he's got to take a deposition this afternoon."
"Oh, sure."
He followed Paul out, looking back once to ingest the smile Wendy Allan still offered.
"How do you keep your mind on your work with such beautiful women around?"
Kevin asked, half kidding. Paul stopped and turned to him.
"Wendy and Diane are beautiful, and as you will see, so are Elaine and Carla, but each is a top-notch secretary, too." Paul smiled and looked back at the library.
"Mr. Milton says most men have a tendency to think beautiful women are not intelligent. He once won a case because a prosecutor thought just that. Remind me to ask him to tell you about it one day. By the way," he added, lowering his voice,
"Mr. Milton hired all the secretaries personally."
Kevin nodded, and they continued on to Ted McCarthy's office.
In many ways McCarthy reminded Kevin of himself. He was two years older and about Kevin's height and of similar build, only he had black hair, a much darker complexion, and dark brown eyes. But both had been bora and bred on Long Island. McCarthy had lived in Northport and attended Syracuse University Law School.
Like Miriam, Ted McCarthy's wife had also been brought up on the Island. She had been a physician's receptionist in Commack. They, too, had no children yet but were planning to have some soon.
Kevin sensed that Ted McCarthy was a precise man. He sat behind a large black oak desk, his papers neatly organized beside a large silver-framed photograph of his wife and another silver-framed photograph of him and his wife on their wedding day. His office was rather spartan compared to Dave Kotein's and Paul Scholefield's, but there was more of a sense of order and tidiness.
"Pleased to meet you, Kevin," McCarthy said, rising from his seat when Paul introduced them. Just like Dave and Paul, Ted had an impressive speaking voice with sharp, clear diction. "From the way Mr. Milton and Paul described you, I knew you'd be with us soon."
"Seems everyone knew before I did," Kevin quipped.
"It was the same way for me," Ted said. "I had been working in my father's firm and had absolutely no intention of leaving, when Paul approached me. By the time I came up here to meet Mr. Milton, I was already working out how I would break the news to my father."
"Extraordinary."
"There's hardly a day that passes without something exciting happening. And now with you joining us ..."
"I'm really looking forward to it," Kevin said.
"Good luck and welcome aboard," Ted said. "I have to run off to take a deposition involving a client accused of raping his next-door neighbor's teenage daughter."
"Really?"
"Tell you about it at our staff meeting," Ted said.
Kevin nodded and started to follow Paul out. He paused at the doorway. "One thing I'd like to know, Ted," Kevin said, wondering how Miriam, her parents, and his would react to his decision.
"Sure."
"How
"Wendy, this is Kevin Taylor, our new associate. Kevin, Wendy Allan."
The secretary turned around, and once again Kevin found himself taken aback by a beautiful face and figure. Wendy Allan looked to be twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She had peach-colored hair layered softly with sweeping bangs that were feathered over her forehead. Her chestnut brown eyes brightened as she smiled.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"Wendy will double as your secretary and Dave's until we hire a new one,"
Scholefield explained. Kevin smiled to himself with the thought that soon he would have his own secretary.
"Look forward to working with you, Mr. Taylor."
"Likewise."
"We'd better catch Ted," Paul whispered. "I just remembered he's got to take a deposition this afternoon."
"Oh, sure."
He followed Paul out, looking back once to ingest the smile Wendy Allan still offered.
"How do you keep your mind on your work with such beautiful women around?"
Kevin asked, half kidding. Paul stopped and turned to him.
"Wendy and Diane are beautiful, and as you will see, so are Elaine and Carla, but each is a top-notch secretary, too." Paul smiled and looked back at the library.
"Mr. Milton says most men have a tendency to think beautiful women are not intelligent. He once won a case because a prosecutor thought just that. Remind me to ask him to tell you about it one day. By the way," he added, lowering his voice,
"Mr. Milton hired all the secretaries personally."
Kevin nodded, and they continued on to Ted McCarthy's office.
In many ways McCarthy reminded Kevin of himself. He was two years older and about Kevin's height and of similar build, only he had black hair, a much darker complexion, and dark brown eyes. But both had been bora and bred on Long Island. McCarthy had lived in Northport and attended Syracuse University Law School.
Like Miriam, Ted McCarthy's wife had also been brought up on the Island. She had been a physician's receptionist in Commack. They, too, had no children yet but were planning to have some soon.
Kevin sensed that Ted McCarthy was a precise man. He sat behind a large black oak desk, his papers neatly organized beside a large silver-framed photograph of his wife and another silver-framed photograph of him and his wife on their wedding day. His office was rather spartan compared to Dave Kotein's and Paul Scholefield's, but there was more of a sense of order and tidiness.
"Pleased to meet you, Kevin," McCarthy said, rising from his seat when Paul introduced them. Just like Dave and Paul, Ted had an impressive speaking voice with sharp, clear diction. "From the way Mr. Milton and Paul described you, I knew you'd be with us soon."
"Seems everyone knew before I did," Kevin quipped.
"It was the same way for me," Ted said. "I had been working in my father's firm and had absolutely no intention of leaving, when Paul approached me. By the time I came up here to meet Mr. Milton, I was already working out how I would break the news to my father."
"Extraordinary."
"There's hardly a day that passes without something exciting happening. And now with you joining us ..."
"I'm really looking forward to it," Kevin said.
"Good luck and welcome aboard," Ted said. "I have to run off to take a deposition involving a client accused of raping his next-door neighbor's teenage daughter."
"Really?"
"Tell you about it at our staff meeting," Ted said.
Kevin nodded and started to follow Paul out. He paused at the doorway. "One thing I'd like to know, Ted," Kevin said, wondering how Miriam, her parents, and his would react to his decision.
"Sure."
"How
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