Bosses Instincts
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				Title: <strong>Bosses Instincts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fifthstreetglory</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:13:32</strong>
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				Westcott Harris, is a rising star in the world of Mergers and Acquisitions. Recently chronicled in Crain's "40 Under 40" his fame and prestige has skyrocketed.&nbsp; There isn't a corporate finance company that hasn't tried to recruit him. A graduate of Columbia Undergrad with a JD and MBA from Yale he was quickly scooped up by Sullivan and Cromwell.&nbsp; For the past 3 years he has led all M&amp;A teams with over $500 billion on advised transactions. After being wines and dined by the Top M&amp;A firms, Freshfields and Bruckhaus (current third in the industry) has welcomed him to the team.<br><br>The deal was struck over cocktails with the firms partners. Westcott receiving a guaranteed 5 year contract worth $120 million in Salary; profit percentage bonuses; partnership status; a corner office at the 34th floor office at 520 Madison Avenue; chauffeur service; and an unlimited corporate expenses account.<br><br>On his first day, Westcott (Wes) is greeted with applause in the lobby by 50 of the firms top lawyers, many of whom will be working for him.&nbsp; At the elevator is the firm President William Fishman.<br><br>"This is our Private Elevator, you'll never have to wait"...inside an elevator operator tips his hat and hits the only button on the panel. Slapping Wes's shoulder Mr. Fishman starts to extol more praise and express his expectations for the year head.<br><br>"We could push through and hit the Trillion threshold with you on our team...there isn't any resource we will leave unavailable to you...if there is anything you need...just ask!"<br><br>In truth most of what was being said was nothing but noise to Wes.&nbsp; Sure he had goals of his own, and becoming the best was his priority but at 36 he also enjoyed other distractions.&nbsp; Distractions that come when wealth and power are achieved at such a young age. As the elevator opened at the 34th floor to more awaiting staff, Wes broke a smile looks at Fishman...and says "I am humbled but we shouldn't celebrate yet!"<br><br><br>Fishman grinned back and quickly ushers him to the partners wing. As he passes, through the floor he notices all the women firmly fixated by him.&nbsp; Wes is used to this kind of attention and it was almost comical to him.&nbsp; Lawyers, secretaries and temps alike were gawking at him...it was as if he was a new transfer into high school all over again.<br><br>As he approached his new office a woman stands at her desk.&nbsp; She was short, overweight and could easily pass as his grandmother.&nbsp; He bit his lip hoping that this was anyone but his Senior Executive Assistant.<br><br>As he approached the woman reached out her hand "I am Sharon Sharpe, Head of HR, I think before you start taking over the world we have one thing to discuss...who your assistant should be" opening her note book she continued on "We can start by..."<br><br>Wes interrupted her, we can end the search now...he turned back in the direction he came from...and nods his head towards a young woman he passed.&nbsp; "She'll do just fine"<br><br>Confused Mrs. Sharpe looks and is unable to guess since the entire office is staring back at them...one thing she does know is...no one in her line of sight is a Secretary, all of them are Associate Level attorney's. <br><br>She begins to explain to Wes...when he interrupts her again. "Mrs. Sharpe...considering how demanding my work will be, the hours I keep and the complexity of the assignments I can't afford to have a 'secretary' assisting me.&nbsp; If she (this time pointing directly at his choice" is a lawyer, then that's for the better.&nbsp; In addition to picking up my dry cleaning she will be participating in the largest M&amp;A transactions of the year, and likely of her career. From my vantage point the position I am offering would be a significant promotion to her..."<br><br>He looks at Fishman for approval...not for his suggestion but for what he is about to say.<br><br>"Have her in my office in 10 minutes"<br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bosses Instincts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lynette</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 00:21:52</strong>
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				“Is this a joke?”<br><br>“I don’t have time for jokes, Vivian. Much less unfunny ones like this.”&nbsp; <br><br>Vivian Grey gaped at the woman who had appeared before her desk,&nbsp; scowling as though Christmas had been canceled.&nbsp; Normally, Ms. Sharpe was an efficient woman- not prone to making jokes. But Vivian couldn’t believe what she was hearing was true.<br><br>“There must be some mistake.”&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t know what to tell you.&nbsp; He was pointing right at you, so now you’re the new secretary and he wants you in his office in ten minutes. I’ll go change you paper work.”<br><br>“No, please Ms. Sharpe. Let me talk to him. I’ll show him my progress and my work. He’ll see that I’m a lawyer not a secretary.” She pleaded. The older woman gave her a sympathetic glance and nodded.<br><br>&nbsp;“I won’t file anything till the end of the day, Vivian. Just send me an e-mail if anything changes.” With those final words of advise, the woman walked away, shaking her head as she flipped through the file of actual, qualified secretaries. Vivian stared after her in shock.&nbsp; Though she was only a first year associate, Vivian knew her work in the company was good- certainly&nbsp; better than Kurt or Daniels who had joined at the same time. Why was she being demoted to secretary?<br><br>Gathering her note book and pen with sharp, annoyed gestures, Vivian briefly wondered if she should take her diploma with her for proof.&nbsp; While studying the law had been fascinating and fulfilling, the actual busy work of a first year associate was dull.&nbsp; There were nights, after spending too many long hours in the office pouring over minutia of previous reports, that Vivian wondered if she had wasted her three years, that the slip of paper she had slaved to receive was worth it. <br><br>“Sir. I’m afraid there’s been a mistake,” she said, stepping into the office. “I’m a lawyer, not a secretary.&nbsp; I have worked very hard for my job and I think it would be mistake for the firm to demote me to a personal assistant- your personal assistant.”&nbsp; Vivian bit her lip to cut off her rant. Her first impression was already less than stellar if he thought she was better at filing papers than researching past hearings.&nbsp; Antagonizing the new boss further was not the best of all plans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bosses Instincts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fifthstreetglory</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 01:28:36</strong>
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				Wes watched as Vivian stormed into his office, as he suspected she would. Any self respecting person let alone type A lawyer would have done just that. As she got off her first few comments he raised his hand. <br><br>She didn't see him make the universal sign for silence but she did so anyway. Wes looked at the clock on the wall and it had only been 7 minutes since he requested her. "You're 3 minutes early!" He turned and reached for the phone, all the while keeping his hand up, this time the sign meant wait.<br><br>With excruciating precision he rattled off a series of orders for exactly 2minutes and 45 seconds. When he was done he hung up the phone and began:<br><br>"Vivian, you're upset and I understand but before you say anything further listen to me. You are a 1st year associate there are 2nd and 3rd year associates that would rightfully kill you if I brought you in as my second. I don't want a 2nd or 3rd year associate because they've been train, by the fossils in the firm before me and I don't want to waste my time training them. I also don't want to waste my time training a secretary to accomplish what I need from them.&nbsp; I looked over every 1st year associates file and you were among 5 candidates that I was considering.&nbsp; When I arrived this morning all I had to do was look at you and I knew you were perfect for the job"<br><br>Wes paused and let his last words sink in. He knew she would misconstrue them.<br><br>"Now before you run out this door and head to corporate HR, let me explain. From all the commotion around here this morning its safe to say I am considered a celebrity of sorts. You were the only one not looking at me, you were still working, the others...well, let say if you were to return to your cubicle farm right now would be gossiping about who would sleep with me first. And the male associates are all bitching about how they could be me."<br><br>Wes paused again only to register the acknowledgment on her facial expression.<br><br>"Now the hour that will be required of you will be significant...it will exceed 2800 hours a year...you base pay will be doubled, you will have to do things like make me coffee, keep my calendar and pick up my dry cleaning to keep up with appearances...but your first priority, the one that you will go to bed worrying about and wake up with will be to be my primary associate, my second chair. There will be plenty to discuss later...but right now I need you to get me an iced coffee."<br><br>He waves her out the door as he reached for the phone.
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