11-28-2013, 12:15 PM
About the same time Reed was trying to kick Jon and Trano out of her hallway, Jon's Wallet went off for the third time, the silent vibration screaming in frustration that Jon wasn't paying it the attention it demanded. He pulled it out and checked it -- indeed, it was his secretary Caroline Marshall again -- if he were to use the term loosely. The woman was probably curled up in bed with slippers and a robe on back in her Boston home at this time of the morning, banging out frustrated "WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME" messages on her own Wallet.
Caroline didn't work out of an office, since Jon didn't have one right now. As a top-notch paralegal and superb organizer, Jon had hired her to help him keep track of a multitude of contacts, draft arguments and legislation and help put out whatever little fires flared up. He'd met her while she was completing her undergraduate work at Yale, and she'd impressed him enough that he'd offered her a job. And truthfully, he couldn't pay the woman what she was worth, even though she was probably one of the best paid paralegals in the country. Two things Jon hadn't expected from her: her fervent dedication to Jon's work and her incessant nagging personality, especially when Jon's attention wandered. Privately -- though it wouldn't be professional to ever admit it -- Jon referred to Caroline in his thoughts as "Mother Dear."
She was good, though. She'd been the one to navigate the bureaucratic mess that was the CCD legal system in order to find a way to get Jon a license to practice law in the CCD as fast as Jon had needed it -- a supreme feat considering Jon wasn't a citizen of the Custody.
"It looks like work waits on no man,"
Jon said to Reed and Trano. He grasped Nick's hand in a hearty shake and gave a semblance of a bow toward Reed. "I'll be in touch with the both of you. It's been a pleasure."
Jon left the hotel suite and started making calls. First to Caroline. What, by the Great Spirit, was she so impatient about? One phone call put an end to that speculation.
So Jessika Thrice, of all people, had put in a call to request Jon's services! The gubernatorial candidate must have heard from her Minutemen supporters that Jon was here in Moscow and available for representation. Caroline didn't have much in the way of specifics but apparently Jessika's estranged husband had some criminal charges filed against him here in Moscow. How interesting -- last Jon had heard, the famous evangelist was missing and presumed dead.
Jon hailed a taxicab once outside. First home, then to the Custodian precinct where one Mr. Jensen James was held. One did not simply refuse the request for assistance when an up-and-coming political star's husband was concerned. Politics was about making friends, after all, and if there was someone in need, that person would become a friend indeed.
Continued in Stranger than Fiction
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Nov 28 2013, 03:16 PM.
Caroline didn't work out of an office, since Jon didn't have one right now. As a top-notch paralegal and superb organizer, Jon had hired her to help him keep track of a multitude of contacts, draft arguments and legislation and help put out whatever little fires flared up. He'd met her while she was completing her undergraduate work at Yale, and she'd impressed him enough that he'd offered her a job. And truthfully, he couldn't pay the woman what she was worth, even though she was probably one of the best paid paralegals in the country. Two things Jon hadn't expected from her: her fervent dedication to Jon's work and her incessant nagging personality, especially when Jon's attention wandered. Privately -- though it wouldn't be professional to ever admit it -- Jon referred to Caroline in his thoughts as "Mother Dear."
She was good, though. She'd been the one to navigate the bureaucratic mess that was the CCD legal system in order to find a way to get Jon a license to practice law in the CCD as fast as Jon had needed it -- a supreme feat considering Jon wasn't a citizen of the Custody.
"It looks like work waits on no man,"
Jon said to Reed and Trano. He grasped Nick's hand in a hearty shake and gave a semblance of a bow toward Reed. "I'll be in touch with the both of you. It's been a pleasure."
Jon left the hotel suite and started making calls. First to Caroline. What, by the Great Spirit, was she so impatient about? One phone call put an end to that speculation.
So Jessika Thrice, of all people, had put in a call to request Jon's services! The gubernatorial candidate must have heard from her Minutemen supporters that Jon was here in Moscow and available for representation. Caroline didn't have much in the way of specifics but apparently Jessika's estranged husband had some criminal charges filed against him here in Moscow. How interesting -- last Jon had heard, the famous evangelist was missing and presumed dead.
Jon hailed a taxicab once outside. First home, then to the Custodian precinct where one Mr. Jensen James was held. One did not simply refuse the request for assistance when an up-and-coming political star's husband was concerned. Politics was about making friends, after all, and if there was someone in need, that person would become a friend indeed.
Continued in Stranger than Fiction
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Nov 28 2013, 03:16 PM.