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subtle about the allegations.
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Thorpe routinely referred to women as bitches, cunts, whores.
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He interrogated female employees about their sex lives, de-2
manding detailed descriptions and subjecting them to elaborate 3
dissections of his own encounters.
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He’d threatened to fire several women if they refused to sleep 5
with his music producer pal Ron Fogarty.
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It went on from there.
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Kate tried to remember what she knew about Thorpe. With her 8
eighty-hour work weeks, she had scant time to keep up with cur-9
rent events. But it would have been impossible to miss the media 10
frenzy that broke out several months back when
Catch
weighed in 11
on sexual harassment. The magazine’s glossy cover featured a par-12
ody of
Hustler’
s famous meat grinder shot, a woman’s legs thrust 13
high in the air as her body disappeared in the utensil’s gears. But on 14
the
Catch
cover, the head disgorged by the grinder was that of 15
feminist icon Anita Hill. Smaller photos inside paired head shots 16
of prominent female activists with bodies from lasciviously posi-17
tioned porno pix.
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By all accounts, the credit for the uproar was entirely due to 19
Thorpe, a flamboyant entrepreneur whose editorship of
Catch
had 20
made him a household name. A North Carolina native, Thorpe 21
had started
Catch
straight out of college with money raised from 22
wealthy classmates. Kate recalled him from television interviews, a 23
compact, powerful figure who pulsed with contained energy. He 24
seemed to take a grim delight in baiting the talking heads who 25
grilled him. “I respect women,” he said repeatedly, in an exagger-26
ated Southern drawl. “In fact, my mother was one. My sister, too.”
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Intriguing legal issues, celebrity scandal — what more could a 28
young lawyer want?
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She couldn’t wait to begin.
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Rounding the corner outside Carter Mills’s office suite, Kate 33
slammed into the portly figure of Bill McCarty, who was charging ort 34
in the opposite direction. Her notebook and pens scattered to the reg 35
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“Excuse me,” she gasped, bouncing back from the impact.
1
McCarty, red-faced and breathing hard, responded with a short 2
grunt and continued full-speed down the hall, his short arms jog-3
gling at his sides. As she gazed after the stout, balding figure, Kate 4
rubbed her shoulder and wondered what had him so upset. While 5
she’d never worked with McCarty, she knew him by reputation as 6
diffident and unassuming. McCarty was a workhorse, not a show 7
horse. Rumor had it that his election to the Samson partnership 8
stemmed from his willingness to endure crushing workloads with-9
out complaint. Fits of temper seemed entirely out of character.
10
Kneeling to pick up her things, Kate heard a clipped British ac-11
cent behind her.
12
“No need to bow before entering. They did away with that
years
13
ago.”
14
Kate looked up to see Peyton Winslow. Not that she’d had any 15
doubt who was speaking. Despite three years at Yale Law School 16
and six at Samson & Mills, Peyton’s Oxford intonations only 17
seemed to grow stronger with each passing year. Today, he sported 18
a large pair of red-framed glasses. The glasses were Petyon’s signa-19
ture; he had a wardrobe of different styles, all slightly eccentric by 20
office standards.
21
“Very funny,” said Kate, clambering back to standing position 22
and smoothing her gray wool skirt. “I was just cut off at the pass by 23
Bill McCarty, and everything went flying. He seemed furious about 24
something. Any idea what?”
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Peyton gave her a skeptical look. “Interesting,” he said. “I 26
thought he was computer-generated. It never occurred to me that 27
emotions were part of the package.”
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Kate grinned. She was always surprised by Peyton’s bouts of ir-29
reverence. A rangy figure in his early thirties, Peyton often seemed 30
younger than his years, all eager legs and feet. But appearances could 31
be misleading. Everyone knew that Peyton was a rising star. He was, 32
in the Samson vernacular, “highly regarded.” Affectations aside, 33
he was incisive, hardworking, and an excellent manager. He’d be 34 sh
up for partner in two years and was widely viewed as a shoo-in.
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Together, they proceeded into Carter Mills’s reception area. His 2
secretary, Clara Hurley, was immersed in dictation, her fingers fly-3
ing across the computer keyboard. She jumped when Peyton 4
tapped her on the shoulder.
5
“You
scared
me,” she said reprovingly, pulling the Dictaphone 6
headset off her tight gray curls.
7
“Sorry ’bout that,” said Peyton. Clara visibly softened. Peyton 8
had clearly gotten on her good side. Smart move, Kate thought.
9
When you were trying to get a brief out on time, a good relation-10
ship with the person typing it was at least as important as your le-11
gal skills.
12
“Have a seat, and I’ll see if Mr. Mills is free,” she said. Clara’s use 13
of Mills’s last name sounded quaint to Kate’s ears. Except for the 14
most inveterate old-timers, everyone at Samson was on a first-15
name basis. But of course, Clara had been with Mills for decades.
16
Waiting outside the closed office door, Kate felt shy and very 17
young. She could feel her heart beating faster. From the corner of 18
her eye, she saw that Peyton was working. His features were locked 19
in concentration as his pen flew across some junior associate’s 20
draft. Kate envied him his seeming calm.
21
For what felt like the fiftieth time, Kate turned back to her 22
notes. If even a fraction of the allegations were true, Thorpe and 23
WideWorld had a major problem. And even if they
weren’t
true, 24
the case had all the earmarks of a public relations nightmare. The 25
timing — right on the heels of Thorpe’s splashy attack on the very 26
laws under which he was sued — couldn’t have been worse.
27
“Come in, come in.” Carter Mills was standing in the doorway.
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As she jumped to her feet, Kate felt a subtle change in the atmo-29
sphere, a sort of electric charge. Up close, Mills was even more im-30
posing than she remembered. He was tall, well over six feet, with 31
penetrating slate-blue eyes. Despite gray streaks in his thick dark 32
hair, he gave an impression of youthful vigor. Everything about 33
him — his voice, his bearing, the aristocratic cut of his features —
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of the firm’s two founding partners. Yet family connections were 1
the least of Carter Mills’s credentials. He was widely regarded as 2
one of the nation’s leading trial lawyers, the subject of countless 3
feature stories and news reports and a perennial fixture on top-ten 4
lists. Mills was, Kate thought, a rare blend — a scholar who could 5
still woo a jury, a $600-an-hour mega-lawyer who could roll up the 6
sleeves of his $300 shirts and speak directly to the people.
7
Mills gestured them into his office. Peyton slipped into a chair.
8
Kate sat down beside him. As Mills returned to his desk, Kate took 9
a quick look around. Several large abstract paintings. A black 10
leather sofa. The decor took Kate by surprise. There were, to be 11
sure, some traditional touches. Family photographs. Harvard diplo-12
mas. An impressive grandfather clock. But it was not what she 13
would have expected. She was intrigued by the room’s appearance, 14
intrigued and also pleased. It seemed to affirm Mills’s uniqueness.
15
“Madeleine Waters will be joining us shortly,” Mills said, after 16
buzzing Clara for water. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.” He was 17
already back at work.
18
The words pulled Kate back to the present. Another intriguing 19
surprise. Madeleine Waters, the acknowledged beauty of the Sam-20
son fold. Madeleine wasn’t the first female partner at Samson & 21
Mills — there was Karen Henderson in the tax department and 22
Michelle Turner in trusts and estates — but she still stood in a 23
class by herself. The first female partner in the litigation depart-24
ment, a club within a club at Samson, she was a role model for 25
younger women. She seemed to embody a bright new world, a 26
place where power and femininity could coexist.
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Kate briefly wondered if Madeleine could be working on this 28
case and then rejected the thought out of hand. Madeleine Waters 29
working with Carter Mills? No way. While Mills had once been 30
Madeleine’s mentor, they were now said to be barely on speaking 31
terms. Something to do with a failed love affair, if firm gossip was 32
to be believed.
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A rustle at the door. Clara Hurley appeared with a crystal water 34 sh
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pitcher and glasses. The perfect secretary of the old school. Care-2
fully setting down the tray, Clara poured water for Mills, her stolid 3
features suffused with a maternal glow.
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Without looking up, Mills accepted the glass.
5
“Clara, could you see what’s keeping Madeleine. Tell her we’re 6
ready to meet.” Beneath the sonorous calm of his voice, Kate 7
sensed an edge of irritation.
8
“Yes, Mr. Mills.”
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And then Madeleine was standing in the doorway, a slim figure 10
in a jade silk dress.
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“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. Her voice, slightly breathless, was 12
lower than Kate had expected. Madeleine sat down on the black 13
leather couch, a little apart from the group.
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Peyton jumped up and motioned toward his empty chair.
15
“Would you —”
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“No. I’m just fine here. This is perfect.” Catching Carter Mills’s 17
eye, Madeleine gave him a faint smile. “
Perfect.
”
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The smile seemed familiar. Then Kate realized where she’d seen 19
it before. On a sphinx at the Metropolitan Museum. The so-called 20
archaic smile, mysterious and ever watchful. Again, Kate studied 21
Madeleine’s face.
She really is lovely,
Kate thought. Up close, she’d 22
expected to discern flaws, a harshness of expression or tone. What 23
she saw instead was an utterly harmonious play of feature: a tumble 24
of dark hair tamed by a velvet band, high cheekbones, clear skin, 25
wide-set eyes that seemed to match the vivid green of her dress.
26
Madeleine must be in her late thirties by now. However, hers was 27
the sort of beauty that lasts, defiant of the passage of time.
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Carter Mills drew a pair of reading glasses from the pocket of his 29
starched white shirt. After placing the glasses on his nose, he 30
clasped his hands on his desk. “I assume you’ve all read the draft 31
complaint. Based on the facts alleged, I don’t see much chance of 32
dismissal or summary judgment, though we’ll certainly want to ex-33
amine those options. Assuming the complaint’s actually filed on ort 34
the thirteenth, when is our answer due?”
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“Under Rule 12, we have twenty days,” Peyton said. It was the 1
sort of critically important yet mundane fact that associates were 2
charged with tracking. Failure to meet a deadline could result in 3
dismissal of a case. “So if the complaint is actually served next 4
Wednesday, the answer would be due on February second.”
5
“Fine,” Mills said, making a notation in a leather-bound ap-6
pointment book. “In the meantime, we need to get straight on the 7
facts and law. I’ve scheduled a meeting on Wednesday at one with 8
Chuck Thorpe and Jed Holden. Please plan to be there. After that 9
we’ll be in a better position to devise a game plan.”
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Again, Kate felt a thrill of excitement. Jed Holden. Wide-11
World’s CEO. One of the nation’s most powerful businessmen.
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The closest most Samson associates would ever get to someone of 13