or extracurricular activities.
V Conclusion
In conclusion, it can be successfully argued that within a close distance from our offices, your garments can be cleaned rapidly, safely, and satisfactorily. I hope the above information will be helpful in assisting you with your dry cleaning needs in the future. Please do not hesitate to contact me should you have any questions (or excess lint).
After I press send, I stare at the blank wall wondering why I followed her silly memo instructions. Why stoop as low as to draft a memo on dry cleaning? Why didn’t I just tell her to go to hell? After all, I’ve been with the firm for six years and developed a good rapport with some senior partners in Paris. I square my shoulders and tell myself the truth: this is a childish game to see what I’m made of. If I dare object, complain, whine, shed a few tears, or threaten to jump ship, she wins and I lose. And I’ve worked way too hard to lose now. Am I willing to give up my place in the race for partnership?
Non , I’m ready for the next round.
Chapter 6
“I ’m glad you like it. But don’t assume that it’s yours just yet.” Brian, my eager real estate agent, tells me as we leave a bright, well-maintained prewar one-bedroom apartment on the corner of 68th and First. Brian and I have just spent six hours looking at more than two dozen apartments, most of which require a major overhaul and cleaning job. Exhausted, I’m in no mood to look at any more places unless I can figure out a way to bill this time back to a client. I’ll do whatever it takes to get this place.
Barely large enough to contain the antique dresser and bed inherited from my grandmother and shipped over from Paris, my new home, located on a relatively quiet street within walking distance of the office, has windows overlooking a small courtyard that reminds me of my old apartment in Saint Germain. This tiny jewel is exactly what I want.
“You need to get approved by Elad ,” he says with a menacing look and one eyebrow dramatically arched, like a character out of a vintage horror flick. “And he’s very difficult.”
“Who’s Elad?”
“He manages the building. He has final say on everything. You need to come with me to his office to meet him in person and fill out an application.”
Brian escorts me to a dark, ghoulish waiting area in a dreary office building and shakes my hand. “Someone will be with you shortly. Good luck.”
I imagine him laughing like Vincent Price in the “Thriller” video as he walks out of the building.
“Come in,” a woman’s voice blurts out from a mysterious intercom system as I walk through a dingy waiting room to the other side of the office. Completely buried beneath a towering mountain of paper, Elad sits in a low swivel chair. It’s impossible to see anything about him other than the top of his balding head. Which isn’t pretty.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Um…I’m Catherine, I’m applying for the apartment on 68th Street.”
“Which one? I have hundreds of places on 68th. Who’s the broad in my office?” he shouts into his phone.
“The French lawyer,” the mystery voice responds.
He mumbles something undecipherable under his breath.
“Okay, sit.”
As I approach, his dark eyes look right through me.
“First, let’s talk money: I want three months’ rent inadvance and a security deposit. Any damage to the place, you’ll never see that money again, got it?” he says with a rapid-fire New York accent.
“Elad, the woman from Washington is here to sign the lease for her daughter,” the mystery lady interjects through the intercom.
“Tell her that she’s too late. Once I’m through with the lawyer, I’m going home…Tell her to come back next week.”
“But, Elad, she flew in all the way from—”
“Not my fucking problem,” he shouts back into the phone.
“With her daughter—”
“L IKE . I. S AID : N OT MY FUCKING PROBLEM .”
Today’s horoscope predicted great
V Conclusion
In conclusion, it can be successfully argued that within a close distance from our offices, your garments can be cleaned rapidly, safely, and satisfactorily. I hope the above information will be helpful in assisting you with your dry cleaning needs in the future. Please do not hesitate to contact me should you have any questions (or excess lint).
After I press send, I stare at the blank wall wondering why I followed her silly memo instructions. Why stoop as low as to draft a memo on dry cleaning? Why didn’t I just tell her to go to hell? After all, I’ve been with the firm for six years and developed a good rapport with some senior partners in Paris. I square my shoulders and tell myself the truth: this is a childish game to see what I’m made of. If I dare object, complain, whine, shed a few tears, or threaten to jump ship, she wins and I lose. And I’ve worked way too hard to lose now. Am I willing to give up my place in the race for partnership?
Non , I’m ready for the next round.
Chapter 6
“I ’m glad you like it. But don’t assume that it’s yours just yet.” Brian, my eager real estate agent, tells me as we leave a bright, well-maintained prewar one-bedroom apartment on the corner of 68th and First. Brian and I have just spent six hours looking at more than two dozen apartments, most of which require a major overhaul and cleaning job. Exhausted, I’m in no mood to look at any more places unless I can figure out a way to bill this time back to a client. I’ll do whatever it takes to get this place.
Barely large enough to contain the antique dresser and bed inherited from my grandmother and shipped over from Paris, my new home, located on a relatively quiet street within walking distance of the office, has windows overlooking a small courtyard that reminds me of my old apartment in Saint Germain. This tiny jewel is exactly what I want.
“You need to get approved by Elad ,” he says with a menacing look and one eyebrow dramatically arched, like a character out of a vintage horror flick. “And he’s very difficult.”
“Who’s Elad?”
“He manages the building. He has final say on everything. You need to come with me to his office to meet him in person and fill out an application.”
Brian escorts me to a dark, ghoulish waiting area in a dreary office building and shakes my hand. “Someone will be with you shortly. Good luck.”
I imagine him laughing like Vincent Price in the “Thriller” video as he walks out of the building.
“Come in,” a woman’s voice blurts out from a mysterious intercom system as I walk through a dingy waiting room to the other side of the office. Completely buried beneath a towering mountain of paper, Elad sits in a low swivel chair. It’s impossible to see anything about him other than the top of his balding head. Which isn’t pretty.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Um…I’m Catherine, I’m applying for the apartment on 68th Street.”
“Which one? I have hundreds of places on 68th. Who’s the broad in my office?” he shouts into his phone.
“The French lawyer,” the mystery voice responds.
He mumbles something undecipherable under his breath.
“Okay, sit.”
As I approach, his dark eyes look right through me.
“First, let’s talk money: I want three months’ rent inadvance and a security deposit. Any damage to the place, you’ll never see that money again, got it?” he says with a rapid-fire New York accent.
“Elad, the woman from Washington is here to sign the lease for her daughter,” the mystery lady interjects through the intercom.
“Tell her that she’s too late. Once I’m through with the lawyer, I’m going home…Tell her to come back next week.”
“But, Elad, she flew in all the way from—”
“Not my fucking problem,” he shouts back into the phone.
“With her daughter—”
“L IKE . I. S AID : N OT MY FUCKING PROBLEM .”
Today’s horoscope predicted great
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