Neat and clean

Marshall took a few moments to look around his office and then shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair. With the morning meetings now out of the way, and his assistant out to lunch, he figured that there was enough time to relax and take a break (or at least not have to deal with more and more irritating phone calls.) There wasn't a lot that needed to be done in his case, being a junior vice-president had a lot of perks, so the fact he was still leaning his chair looking out the window an hour later wasn't all that shocking to his assistant.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to know if we needed to do anything about the Maxwell portfolio?"

Marshall just waved his hand and pointed at the table next to the door. "Already done, paginated, and checked with finance. We just need them to sign off on it and we're golden, should net the firm a cool $30 million in fees alone." He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "You did good work on it, by the way. Nice catch on that last transaction memo."

She smiled and nodded. She was a junior internist and was destined to be jacked out on the street come the new quarter last year when he came down and seemingly found her amongst the mass of flesh, plopping down a folder the size of a New York phone book, and said simply "run with this" and then left. Jessica spent the next two weeks figuring out what he had wanted and then when she walked up to his office, on what was assured to her was her last day, he took one look at the file and then handed it to his secretary with the order "run with it". After that, Jessica had found her spot under the wing of the firm's top negotiator.

The bonus pay was pretty damn sweet as well.

After she left, Marshall turned his attention back to the papers in front of him and then glanced over at the notes he had taken in the morning with a grimace. He was definitely not the neatest person in the world when it came to writing so the fact he had found someone who could read his scratch was all the more reason to pick her up before she got exited from the building.

1.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOUR HANDWRITING BE NICE?

Twirling his pencil, he nodded and jotted down his response. Yes, it would be neat and clean, very easy for people to read and easily impressing with how fluid and stylish. Marshall laughed a little at how the last part was embellished but after he was done writing, he placed the pencil down on the table and massaged his wrists to get out the small knot that formed. After a few moments, he paused to look at his hands, noticing how they seemed a bit smoother and clear of the blemishes that were on his hands. Just for a moment, though, when his brain quickly adapted and shook the idea of his hands being different out.

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After the last of the notes were sent from his computer, Marshall turned and looked back at the desk of work and how it was organized in a semi-chaotic way; Jessica hated that aspect of having to keep his desk tidy, something he just laughed and apologized for. It took him a few moments to adjust the briefcase bag with his hands, the bag just seemed a bit off this afternoon and he made a mental note to look for another one to replace it (it seemed rather bulky, now that he had lifted it up off the ground with his slim hands). Waving goodnight to the security team, he popped into his car and pulled out onto the street.

It was already dark by the time he got home and when he stepped into his house, he took one look at the clock before he just placed his stuff on the ground and collapsed into bed. One night of sleeping in his suit wouldn't kill anyone, not really.

2.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE PINK?