Sidney Forbes woke up the next morning to four emails from her boss. There had been some new developments on the case Woollam vs Woollam, and she was now needed on the team. She wasn't too excited about intellectual property law, and this case in particular was heartbreaking. The owner of the company had taken it public after operating privately for 25 years, and within five years of that he had been strong armed off the board and now relegated to a figurehead role within the company. He was now seeking to part ways completely - a decision that must have been heartrending given the fact that the company was his baby - and he wanted to take the rights to his name and his patents. Afterall, he had built up the brand, he thought. Except that the new board of directors were having none of it.
She rushed through her toilette, and by 7.15 she was at work. "Hi Shelley." she said to her boss's personal assistant, whose cubicle was three away from her.
"You're here early" Shelley replied, as chipper as ever. "Ready for Woollam?"
"Getting there,' Sidney smiled back as she shrugged out of her suit jacket then sat down. "I came in early to get up to speed, we have a strategy meeting at 11.00am"
"Well good luck, honey!" Shelley said happily, traces of her Georgia drawl still evident after twenty years in the northeast. Sidney pulled up the necessary files, realized that she needed to process some patent data, and her heart dropped when she realized she'd need the average gap function she'd been having problems with. She had asked Dave for help with it two weeks before. He had yet to get back to her.
Sighing, she decided the number of patents to be analyzed at hand was small enough that she could do the necessary calculations manually. Programming had once been her strong suite, but she hadn't done any since sophomore year of undergrad. One would think that someone who did it for a living would be able to help knock out a counting program quickly, and the fact that it had so far not made it up his to-do list made her feel as though she wasn't that important to him. Yet he had the nerve to bug her, rudely, about the stupid press release.
Realizing she needed to focus, she made a conscious effort to put her riled-up thoughts away. Her boss had said just in a staff meeting earlier that she was a star intern, and she couldn't let her down today. She'd just have to deal with the program that had never gotten finished and Dave later. It was all well and good that he thought he could count on her. But she needed to be able to count on him too.
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