Pleading Guilty
Chapter One
Monday, January 23
I. MY ASSIGNMENT
The Management Oversight Committee of our firm, known among the
partnership simply as "the Committee," meets each Monday at 3:00 p.m. Over
coffee and chocolate brioche, these three hotshots, the heads of the
firm's litigation, transactional, and regulatory departments, decide
what's what at Gage & Griswell for another week. Not bad guys really, able
lawyers, heady business types looking out for the greatest good for the
greatest number at G&G, but since I came here eighteen years ago the
Committee and their austere powers, freely delegated under the partnership
agreement, have tended to scare me silly. I'm forty-nine, a former copper
on the street, a big man with a brave front and a good Irish routine, but
in the last few years I've heard many discouraging words from these three.
My points have been cut, my office moved to something smaller, my hours
and billing described as far too low. Arriving this afternoon, I steadied
myself, as ever, for the worst.
"Mack," said Martin Gold, our managing partner, "Mack, we need your help.
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