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[FONT="]Elite House – The Final Chapter[/FONT]
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[FONT="]When Kate is hired for her dream job as an editor, will her life turn into a nightmare?[/FONT]
By Rose Underwood
By Rose Underwood
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[FONT="]Kate turned the envelope over and over. She examined the address, the postmark, even the bar code. She brushed an imaginary speck of dust off the right corner. The stationary, thick and an expensive ivory color, immediately told the recipient that the sender holds them in high regard. The contents of the envelope would change her life. One more time she reached for the letter opener but couldn’t bring herself to use it. She replaced the envelope back in the drawer. Her future would have to wait. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]The phones frantically buzzed and blinked when she arrived at her desk at Hollingsworth, Grant, and Spentshire, one of the largest law firms in [/FONT][FONT="]New York City[/FONT][FONT="]. Sheree, Mr. Hollingsworth’s assistant, glared, at Kate as she shrugged off her coat, placed her purse in the drawer and plugged in her headset in one fluid motion. Her job as a receptionist required little original thinking, some drudgery and a lot of patience. But her reasonable salary and the flexibility in the hours allowed her finish her degree in English. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Now those precious initials, B. A., Bachelor of Liberal Arts, would open the doors to a new world. Her reverie was interrupted by Sheree’s shrieks. “Mr. Hollingsworth is expecting one of the firm’s most important clients and this time doesn’t want Mr. Shearson kept waiting. Do you understand? Buzz me immediately when he arrives.” Sheree turned on her heel and in the process her elbow knocked off several of the firm’s glossy four color brochures to the floor. Her heels clicked on the imported marble tile as she strode down the corridor. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Kate picked up the brochures and carefully placed them on the counter. She noticed an older man, apparently dozing in the sunlight. Those chairs are especially comfortable, she thought. Something about the man caught her attention. While his head rested on the back of the chair, the angle was odd and a ribbon of drool pooled on the cushion. She shook the gentlemen. He slumped completely over and slid to the floor. She listened for a heartbeat. None. She placed her fingers at his neck on the carotid artery. Nothing. Kate raced back to her phone system, jammed in the headset, and hit 911. She returned and started CPR, trying desperately to remember the exact sequence before panic took over. Within minutes the paramedics arrived. After the confusion and excitement had settled and the medics were safely on the way to the hospital with their patient, a tall distinguished looking man approached her. He held his briefcase in both hands. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“Could you please tell Mr. Hollingsworth that Mr. Shearson is here to see him. I had a [/FONT][FONT="]10:00 AM[/FONT][FONT="] appointment and I do realize that it is now [/FONT][FONT="]10:20[/FONT][FONT="], but I didn’t want to interfere with all the confusion and medical equipment. I’m sure he’ll understand.” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Kate flushed the color of her lipstick, “I am so sorry to keep you waiting, I didn’t realize you were here.” She dialed Sheree’s extension. “Sheree, Mr. Shearson is here and I …” Kate found herself talking to a vacant line and in less than 90 seconds, face to face with a very upset Sheree. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“I told you not to keep him waiting,” Sheree hissed under her breath. “I don’t care if the paramedics were here, I don’t care if the President of the [/FONT][FONT="]United States[/FONT][FONT="] had a heart attack in the lobby. I told you to buzz me immediately. You may consider yourself on 30 days probation.” Sheree’s face rearranged itself into a welcome mask as she greeted Mr. Shearson and escorted him to the conference room. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Lunch with her best friend, Anne Lansing, was a welcome release from the office. Kate ordered her favorite, the Oriental chicken salad with fat free dressing and a diet soft drink. And so did Anne, although her favorite was the chicken and ribs platter with French fries, or American fries, as Anne preferred to call them. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“I tried that Atkins diet and then the [/FONT][FONT="]South[/FONT][FONT="] [/FONT][FONT="]Beach[/FONT][FONT="] diet and neither worked. I had to adjust them a bit though. I just absolutely can not give up my midmorning bagel and cream cheese. Or the double chocolate whipped coffee that gets me through the afternoon. But just look at you, you never diet and you look great.” Anne gestured with a fork full of fries. [/FONT]
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[FONT="] “Are French, I mean, American fries allowed on Atkins? And no, I don’t diet, but I do try to be careful.” Kate’s efforts paid off. She was a size ten and had been since graduating high school eight years ago. “I also try to walk at least 30 minutes every day.”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Anne looked at the American fries suspiciously and pushed them to the side of the plate. “Have you opened the letter from Elite House yet?” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“It’s only been two days. It’s the very last response to all my applications. If it’s no, I mean if they decline, I have to start all over again.” Kate wilted as she contemplated that alternative.[/FONT]
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[FONT="]The remainder of the day passed quickly for Kate at Hollingsworth, Grant, and Spentshire. No more medical traumas or Sheree dramas. Just serving up tea and coffee and a smile to waiting clients. Forwarding calls and evading callers with the ever so popular, “I’m sorry he’s in a meeting, may I have him return the call?”[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Waiting for the bus to take her home, her thoughts scattered about her like pigeons around a crust of bread. [/FONT][FONT="]New York City[/FONT][FONT="] held such promise for a girl from the [/FONT][FONT="]Midwest[/FONT][FONT="]. But now after six years of struggling, struggling to finish her college degree, struggling to make friends, struggling to maintain her job, struggling to end her marriage, Kate was ready for a change. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]The envelope from Elite House beckoned. There’s no sense putting off the inevitable. Either I have the job or I don’t. Kate thought. She tore the envelope open. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Dear Ms. Kate: [/FONT]
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[FONT="]I am happy to inform you that Elite House has decided to give you the chance you deserve. We are pleased to offer you the position of editor. Enclosed is a copy of our sample employment contract for your review.
I will be happy to answer any questions you may have concerning the contract and to guide you through the contract negotiations phase. Please note that once you have requested that we send the official contract, we cannot further amend the contract.
Welcome to the Elite House family. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Sincerely, [/FONT]
[FONT="]Mary Prattle, Executive Director[/FONT]
[FONT="]Elite House[/FONT]
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[FONT="]Kate’s sighed with relief. Her dream of working in the publishing world was about to come true. She had to tell Anne. Picking up her cell phone she autodialed Anne’s number and waited impatiently for her to pick up. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“I got it. I got the job as editor. I start in two weeks” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]“How are you ever going to get everything done in two weeks? But I’m happy for you, I really am. I’ll do whatever I can to help. I have a good friend, Monica, who lives in Frederickson. I know you can stay with her until you find your own place.” [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Kate tried to make the best of her last days with [/FONT][FONT="]Hollingsworth, Grant, and Spentshire. She dreaded her ‘bon voyage’ party, where everyone pretends they’re just your very best friend. The morning passed quickly and she worked through lunch. By [/FONT][FONT="]3:00 p.m.[/FONT][FONT="] Kate's stomach was on full alert. Just as she contemplated a run to the café downstairs, one of the senior attorneys barreled down the hall. [/FONT]
[FONT="] "Kate," said Mr. Grant. "I have to have this appeal brief ready to go by [/FONT][FONT="]8:00[/FONT][FONT="] in the morning. Can you stay a couple extra hours tonight?"
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[FONT="]"Alright," Kate said with a deep sigh, trying to ignore the rumbling of her stomach. I have to do it or risk getting fired. Or do I? she asked herself. I’m leaving anyway, why not today. [/FONT]
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[FONT="]Kate stood up and put both her palms on the counter. "Mr. Grant, I can’t do the brief."
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[FONT="] "Can’t? Can’t do the brief? What are you talking about?” he said.
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[FONT="]"I'm moving on. I have a brilliant editing career in front of me. I’ve given you two weeks notice, it’s up tomorrow. I'm moving to [/FONT][FONT="]Frederickson[/FONT][FONT="], [/FONT][FONT="]Maryland[/FONT][FONT="].”[/FONT]
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[FONT="] With that Kate cleaned out her desk and packed up her tote bag and marched out the doors of [/FONT][FONT="]Hollingsworth, Grant, and Spentshire for the last time.
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[FONT="] By the next afternoon, she was in Monica’s apartment in [/FONT][FONT="]Maryland[/FONT][FONT="]. Excited to be there. Excited about her future. Excited about life!
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[FONT="] Monica pushed her dinner plate aside and leaned over to Kate. "Tell me about this publisher you work for. That sounds like something I'd love to do."
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[FONT="] "I start at Elite House next week. They publish a lot of books, they have something like 20,000 authors under contract, so I’m sure they need editors. If you want I could ask my new boss, Will Minus, at least, I think he’s my new boss. The hierarchy at Elite House is a little confusing. I’m not sure yet who works for who, I mean whom. I could find out if they’re still hiring?"
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[FONT="]"You bet! What openings do they have?"
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[FONT="] "Well I got my job as an editor, but I have a degree in English. Your degree is in, what, Phys Ed? Still I bet they could use a good worker like you.”
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[FONT="] "When can I go apply?"
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[FONT="] "Why don't you wait until I’ve been on the job a couple of days, Friday after next?"
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[FONT="] "This is going to be fun. Listen you can stay with me for as long as you want. My boy friend works out of town and is not around very much."
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[FONT="] "I didn’t know you had a boyfriend."
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[FONT="] "Oh now don't worry about it, its not that serious. We have some good times together but it’s not like I'm looking at bride books. It won't affect us. Won't it be fun if we work together?"[/FONT]
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Another chapter unfolds tomorrow. Stay tuned to this thread. Has this manuscript been submitted to that certain Publisher in America? Maybe--maybe not. If it has all the names have been changed. [FONT="][/FONT]
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