Rewrites suck
It's always so much easier to write things in the first place. Not easy, exactly, but easier. Of course, the problem is that the ideas for the new stuff don't stop when I'm struggling to fix the old stuff. (I've only managed to get to the point where Joe's found Stephanie, dammit)
So, while I struggle, have the last few pages of the thing that likely comes next. And all I need now is everything that comes before it. It's going to have to be pretty good, since there's definitely no happily ever after in this one.
(And is naming the protagonist's main foil "Devon Xavier Machina" too un-subtle? I'm not sure)
Michael sat, wincing with the discomfort and the reminder of the night before. He just stared, looking at his desk. Nice enough wood, though not impressive like the partners had, it had three piles of manila folders on one side, a nicely functional computer with a sleek black LCD screen on the other. A half-used yellow legal pad sat dead center, a Cross pen laying on top of it.
He'd been at the firm for over six months, and the only trace of him he could see was the framed picture of Anne. He snorted, and pitched it in the trash, taking a small pleasure in the sounds of the glass shattering.
They were through. She'd sold him out to Devon, without even thinking about it. The sell-out hadn't surprised him that much. The man was preternaturally charming. She hadn't even tried to resist. That was the kicker. Not even a little. He could forgive the betrayal. But not the eagerness.
He was supposed to do whatever Devon asked. Richard had made it clear at the beginning, no doubt at Dev's prodding. The alternative was that he was fired, fired so hard that any law firm worth a damn wouldn't even take him on as a client, let alone hire him. Richard assumed that left him with no choice.
Richard was wrong.
The pen wasn't his, but he took it anyway. Spoils of war, or payment for services rendered, it didn't really matter. He stood, squared his shoulders and tugged his jacket. It was the end. Decorum seemed in order.
The decision gave him more strength than he thought. The other junior lawyers had always given him a hard time about his reserve, but now he was anything but. Standing tall, he radiated purpose and confidence as he strode down the wood-paneled corridors and up the stairs that took him to the top floor of the suite. Up and into the realm of the partners.
"Nora," he said with a nod. She was Richard's gatekeeper. He knew that now, recognized it on a level he'd never known existed. If she didn't want him to pass he wouldn't. He didn't have that much power.
"Mister Wetherbie was asking after you, Mister Lexington," she said. There was acknowledgement in her voice. Just barely, but it was there. That surprised him. It was more than some of the other partners got from her.
"Is he in? I only need a moment," Michael said.
"He's in with Mister Machina."
It was sheer force of will that kept Michael from reacting. "Good," he said. She didn't challenge him as he walked past, into Richard's office.
He'd only been in there once, the day he was hired. The office was as richly appointed as he remembered. Bookshelves made of mahogany, stained a rich brown and polished to gleaming lined the walls. The carpeting was hunter green with a subtle pattern picked out in gold. A few overstuffed leather chairs were scattered around. At the far end of the room was Richard's desk, a huge antique thing that dominated the room. Behind it were plate glass windows facing uptown, the Empire State and Chrysler buildings clearly visible.
The point of the room was to impress. He was that first time. He wasn't now.
Richard and Dev were off to the left, Devon slouching against the bookshelves looking artlessly beautiful. Richard was beaming, and gave Michael the impression of a well-dressed pig.
"Michael!" Richard said, as he entered. "We were just talking about you."
"Sir," Michael said, nodding at Richard. "Mister Machina."
"So formal," Devon said. A secret smile briefly flashed across his face. Richard missed it. Michael didn't.
"The firm is quite happy with the service that you've rendered, and so are some of our
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