章 10: Mutual Aid Society Convocation Order
The next day, Martin took a taxi to work.
No way, that Camaro has been requisitioned by Leonard Howard and Rajesh. They even arranged a shift schedule overnight, which stipulated the rotation sequence of the three people driving to and from get off work from Monday to Friday.
Sheldon, who never drives, also liked the car and immediately announced that the co-pilot would be his second "Sheldon seat" in addition to the sofa cushion in the apartment.
This means that no one but him can sit in this seat at any time, otherwise Sheldon will give you a taste of what the death stare of a top OCD patient is!
Of course, owner Martin Scott is no exception.
Martin didn't care either. This car was bought for collection and investment, and it didn't matter whether it could be driven or not.
However, for the convenience of picking up girls in the future, he can only consider buying a car after the salary is paid.
When she came to the office and just turned on the computer, Rachel walked in with a cup of freshly ground coffee.
"I have foreseen that I will be like Mike Corleone in my later years, sitting alone on a lounger on the lawn of the manor, dying slowly in the sun."
After taking a sip of the coffee, Martin said something inexplicable in an aria often used in opera.
Rachel's charming eyes stared at Martin, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in her seductive eyes.
"Do you know why?" Martin suddenly pointed out: "It's all because of you! Why are you so perfect? So perfect that I don't expect to find the other half who can spend the rest of my life with me, no one can compare to you... ..."
"If you want to praise me in the future, you can be more direct. After all, your acting skills are too amateur, and it makes people feel ashamed to look at them."
Rachel couldn't help rolling her eyes, then looked at Martin with a little playfulness: "By the way, the hotel just called me and said that a certain blond lady had checked out the day before yesterday, a total of seven hundred and three Nineteen dollars, do you want to sign the bill or pay by yourself?"
It turns out that Tony Stark's mood was so complicated when he faced Secretary Pepper...
Martin tilted his head in embarrassment, sat behind his desk and wrote a check, then tore it off and handed it to Rachel.
Rachel took the check, first shook it in the air twice, and then clipped it into her notebook: "Next time, remember to ask me to arrange this kind of thing, after all, the name of Qian Ning is really eye-catching, you are a lawyer. Should be more careful."
"Listen to you!"
Martin made a gesture of surrender, then began to change the subject: "Okay, do I have any plans for today?"
When it comes to work, Rachel's neat professionalism immediately comes: "The previous seven legal counsel contracts have been filed with the contract department, you still have three legal aid cases, then one civil tort case and one secondary case. A murder case..."
Before Rachel could finish speaking, Martin pulled out a folder from the file box on the left side of the desk and handed it to Rachel.
"Except for the second-degree murder case, the legal opinions for other cases are here. You first let the client see it, and you can sign and authorize if you agree. If you don't agree, return it to the company for someone else to take over."
"receive."
Although Rachel was a little surprised by Martin's efficiency, she didn't show it. After putting away the folder, she asked, "What about the second-degree murder case?"
"That case was a bit of a hassle, the court doesn't allow bail right now, I haven't made up my mind yet..."
Martin frowned slightly.
Rachel thought for a while and made a suggestion: "Do you want to visit the client first, so that she can at least have a psychological expectation?"
"The sentence for second-degree murder is at least ten years if she loses the case, so instead of expecting me to give her some useless comfort, let her pray to God in jail that I can figure out a way to de-escalate."
"You're the boss, you have the final say." Rachel shrugged, standing still without speaking.
"And then?" Martin didn't hear the follow-up for a long time, and raised his head in surprise.
"No more." Rachel spread her hands.
"Well, today is another easy day..."
Martin tore off his tie and slid into the office chair, frowning, rubbing his right index finger back and forth on his lips, as if he was troubled by something.
Rachel hesitated, and finally decided to remind her new boss.
"Martin, although the previous case was well done, you don't have your own client yet, and you can't fill the effective working hours, so you can't apply for promotion..."
In a top firm like Pearson Hardman, the promotion of lawyers is never based on the winning rate. After all, for lawyers from Harvard, winning should be a matter of course.
Here it is more important to see how many clients you have recruited for your firm who are willing to pay consulting fees.
Under normal circumstances, junior lawyers like Martin Scott start with small clients like Li Han, and gradually expand their contacts with age and experience, hoping to win millions of dollars one day. Legal contract.
Martin naturally knew this truth and was prepared for it, but he made such a big noise as soon as he entered the office, wouldn't it be a bit too high-profile?
Forget it, no matter whether he is high-profile or not, this is a country that advocates publicity and individuality!
Making a decision in his heart, Martin looked up at Rachel, who was waiting for instructions: "A presidential suite, a small business party, and guest accommodation, how long will it take you to prepare?"
Rachel was stunned for a moment, and then calculated in her heart: "Just tonight."
Martin snapped his fingers, then picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"...Hey Mark, listen, I want you to issue a summoning order to say that the military division has officially started his career as a great lawyer and needs a generous commission contract from the brothers as part of the military division's promotion in the firm. step!"
"Ou! The great strategist has finally set sail! No problem, when?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that even Rachel, who was a table away, could hear it.
"Tonight, I'll have my secretary send you the exact time and hotel address, remember to bring Priscilla, I miss her..."
"Fxxx! Didn't you watch the news? I'm talking to the Seattle dingoes about financing, and there's an important interview today..."
"I'm more important or are the Seattle dingoes more important?"
At this moment, Martin seemed particularly strong, and Rachel trembled, and an inexplicable warm current flowed from her body...
What...why is this month's aunt moving forward again!
"Okay! You are our beacon!"
"...Remember to help me prepare some goods..."
"...Also, Priscilla said you had sex with her best friend, but she ran away without saying goodbye, she was going to physically castrate you with an Asian kitchen knife, you know Asian kitchen knife Is it? It's the kind that's as big as a book..."
Martin covered his forehead weakly: "Okay Mark, when will you be able to get rid of your talkativeness? I really don't know why Priscilla chose you in the first place..."
After some more chatter, Martin hung up the phone, looked up to Rachel and said, "Did you hear that?"
"Hmm." Rachel raised her eyebrows: "UU reading www.uukanshu.com Are you a member of the Harvard Fraternity? Military counselor? It sounds like a very high rank."
Martin shook his head: "I don't despise the group of babies who only promiscuous, drink, and smoke marijuana. Let's wait until they are eligible to inherit the inheritance. I am a mutual aid society, a noble and future-oriented organization."
"Mutual aid?" Rachel repeated subconsciously.
"You'll know at night." Martin waved his hand indifferently: "Any questions?"
"Uh...can you tell me the exact number of people attending the meeting?" Rachel opened the notebook to make a note.
"There are thirteen men, women are uncertain, these bastards change girlfriends more often than smoking cigars..." Martin rubbed his eyebrows: "Just prepare for thirty people."
"No problem, our protocol hotel can do this." Rachel recorded quickly.
After a while, Rachel suddenly found a question: "Martin, your junior lawyer level may not be able to reimburse so many expenses, do I need to apply for it with the Administration Department?"
"No, Jessica will be happy to pay." Martin shook his head carelessly, picked up his phone and sent a text message to Rachel: "I sent you Mark's phone number, he is the organizer of the party, remember Send him the information when you're done."
"Mark..." Rachel quickly took out her phone to save the contacts: "What's his last name? Is there any other information I need to pay attention to?"
"Zuckerberg, Mark Zuckerberg. Facebook founder, chairman and CEO." Martin said casually: "Need to know anything else? Her girlfriend is Priscilla Chen, Asian. …"
Rachel raised her head suddenly and looked at the junior lawyer who was two years younger than her with a shocked expression...
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