how not to spill coffee or shoot your boss

The partners decided that it would best for everyone if a new building housed the SIRS Division of Walford, Raker, Jones and Anderson. So Walford called one of his buddies up in the courthouse who let him in on a city planning meeting and Walford offered to by the Kingsley Warehouse on Ninth and restore it for the city beautification project which everyone was thrilled would not be turned into lofts due to it being within spitting distance of the city’s courthouse and jail. This was a great plan for the city of Cartersville as the locals had come to think of themselves as metropolitan as the nearby cities of Nashville and Chattanooga.

            It took about a month of fast work to prepare the building which had already experienced some revitalization attempts over the previous years. During that time, Nat was so busy with the move that she all but forgot about Dan and Marc. She took to consulting the floor plans and feuding with William James over who would get the corner office facing the courthouse and who would get the one overlooking the river. The other two administrative offices would be windowless at least to the exterior of the building. It wasn’t until William pointed out that Marc wasn’t the office with the river view that Nat realized this would be a fight to the death over the courthouse view office.

            Nat enjoyed feuding with William over it and they went back and forth until William asked where they would put Dan Myers. She suggested with a wicked grin the closet office facing the alley. William laughed at that seeing her immediate dislike of the man. After Nat had won over James into giving her the corner courthouse office- a deal made with the devil in tight corners and narrow alleys of which Nat was sure that she would live to regret, she quickly forgot about Dan Myers and concentrated on closing her open cases that would not transfer into her new job role as managing Partner of SIRS.

            The first day of operations at the newly minted Kingsley Anderson Building, she came out onto the administrative floor to see her assistant and office manager arguing with the interior designer over his odd placement of their office stations. She gave them a thumbs up gesture of support as she swiftly swerved out of range of interception and bypassed the skirmish that would be sure to follow. She could not resist the suppression of a smile as she spotted the open door of her new office.

            Once inside she looked at the new oak desk caddy-cornered in the office her leather chair between the vast picture plate windows looking out over the courthouse and the town central square facing it. It could have been a miniature version of the open fantasy courts of law she once dreamed of before following her father’s advice to practice law where people knew her instead of racing of to Boston or New York. She placed her brief case and hung her coat and fought the urge to take a spin in her new leather chair. Instead she stood in the center of her office on the newly refinished hardwood floor and meditated a moment reflecting on this moment of success. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock at her door.