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Everyone was seated around the large conference table in the offices of Paladin Incorporated. Once he was sure that he had everyone’s attention, Magus said, “All management books that I’ve ever read agree that teams need periodic status meetings. Since I’m the best management type with whom I’ve ever had the pleasure of working, I now call to order our annual status meeting.”
“I thought status meetings were supposed to be held weekly,” Poindexter said. He had a class on software project management that stressed having constant feedback about progress. One of the key points in that class was the need for weekly status meetings.
Magus replied, “Only if you don’t want to get any work done.”
Poindexter asked, “Who worked here when you had your last status meeting?”
Magus said, “We forgot to have one last year.”
“The year before that it was Magus and I,” Igor said.
Magus nodded his head and said, “If I remember correctly that meeting lasted two minutes.”
“I don’t think it lasted that long,” Igor said. He said, “You asked me how it was going. I told you it was going great. You said excellent and declared the meeting over.”
“That’s right. We need to get in the habit of taking meeting notes,” Magus said. “Igor, how’s it going?”
“Great.”
Magus asked, “Titus, how’s it going?”
“Great.”
“Poindexter, how’s it going?”
“The NSA keeps trying to break into our systems,” Poindexter answered.
“They pay us a million a year for that pleasure. Anything else?”
“I guess not,” Poindexter answered. He hadn’t known that they were getting paid for that.
“Hagar, how’s it going?”
“Great.”
“Thursday, how’s it going?”
“Great.”
“Claudia, how’s it going?”
“I’m pregnant,” Claudia answered. Thursday and Irene turned to her excited by the news.
“I would ask how that happened, but I think the answer is probably pretty straight forward,” Magus said. “Irene, how’s it going?”
“Great.”
“Excellent. I declare this meeting over,” Magus said. He looked down at his watch and said, “That’s the longest status meeting we’ve ever had. We’ll have another in a year or so.”
“It sure was a long meeting,” Igor said. Claudia started to rise from her chair, but Igor whispered to her, “The official meeting is over. Now we have the after-meeting meeting. That will last for a couple of hours.”
Wiping his brow with a handkerchief, Magus said, “I hate doing those management functions. They just take up minutes of the day.”
“That’s true,” Igor said nodding sagely.
Titus said, “I wanted to let you know that the publisher contacted me about my history homework. They are going to publish it.”
“I had no doubts about it,” Magus said. “How are your classes going?”
“A lot better now that I have Hagar,” Titus answered. “He’s chased off almost all of my stalkers.”
“That is good news,” Magus said. He looked over at Hagar and said, “Well done.”
“Now I have stalkers,” Hagar said. He wasn’t really complaining; between Cathy and the stalkers he was having a night life that would be the envy of any male in the city.
Igor said, “Don’t worry about that. I’ve still got some of Magus’ former admirers calling me occasionally.”
“You do?” Claudia asked sitting up straighter in her chair.
“It is an occupational hazard,” Igor said shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“You might have told me,” Claudia said with a definite chill in her voice.
Realizing that he had blown it, Igor said, “None of them can compare to you, dear.”
“Yes, they can,” Magus said with a snort. “I only attract gorgeous women.”
“No, they can’t,” Igor said wishing Magus would keep quiet.
“I want to hear all about these women who are throwing themselves at you,” Claudia said.
Magus tapped Titus on the arm and then said, “Amazing. We just found out that she’s pregnant and her hormones are already taking control. I’d like you to observe this, Titus.”
“Be quiet, Magus,” Claudia said turning her full attention to Igor. The poor guy looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi.
“Fascinating,” Titus said leaning over to Magus. He whispered, “Look at her tear into Igor.”
Magus whispered, “Just wait until she comes into work complaining that she’s fat.”
“Sounds horrible,” Titus whispered.
“That’s just the beginning,” Magus whispered.
Titus asked, “What can we do about it?”
Magus answered, “Don’t worry; I have just come up with the best maternity leave policy of any company in the country.”
Claudia looked over at Magus and asked, “Maternity leave? What are you talking about?”
“I was just commenting to Titus about our maternity leave policy,” Magus answered.
“What is it?” Claudia asked.
Magus answered, “As soon as I’m informed that an employee is pregnant, she goes on maternity leave.”
“That’s rushing it a bit, isn’t it?” Claudia asked. Her voice had taken a rather chilling tone.
“Not at all,” Magus said. Seeing that she wasn’t buying it, he added, “We have to take into account the nesting instinct that kicks in upon becoming pregnant. You’ll want to redecorate the whole house and that takes time. Then there’s the nursery. Painting a room, picking out furniture, and all of that other kind of stuff is very time consuming. You’ll find that your time really gets chopped up when you throw in morning sickness, doctor visits, and buying maternity clothes.”
“I can still do my job,” Claudia said. It wasn’t exactly a challenge. The majority of her time was spent staring at the wall waiting for the telephone to ring.
Magus said, “I know that. However, giving birth is one of the most important things that a woman can do. Why make yourself miserable in the process? I mean, think of all the things you’ve got to do. You’ve got to arrange for childcare after you give birth.”
“Maybe,” Claudia said a little uncertainly.
“Your life is going to change dramatically. You will really appreciate being able to spend a little extra time now getting prepared for those changes,” Magus said. He looked at Igor and said, “The same goes for you. Your life is going to change.”
“I guess,” Igor said.
Magus snorted and said, “You’re going to be in great demand for the next ten months. I’ve got the best paternity policy in the country.”
“Paternity policy?” Igor asked. This was the first that he heard of it.
“Yes. You’ll be going to four day work weeks until the final month of her pregnancy. Then you’ll go to three day work weeks. After she gives birth, you’ll have three months of leave,” Magus said.
“Why the four day work weeks?” Igor asked.
Magus said, “Do you want to answer that one, Titus?”
Titus said, “Who do you think is going to be doing all of the nest building when the nesting instinct hits her? You’re going to be painting walls, rearranging rooms, and assembling baby furniture. Not only that, you’ll be taking her to the doctor’s.”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” Igor said with a frown.
Irene said, “That is a very nice policy.”
“I know,” Magus said with the same level of modesty as a peacock strutting his stuff. “I’m in the business of solving problems, not creating them.”
“I still think it is very nice,” Irene said.
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Hardy woke with a start, trying to understand why he felt so happy. Then Gwen stirred and snaked a hand over his chest, hugging him lightly. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep as well as I did? I have to tell you, it's the best nights' sleep I've had in over three years." He caressed her hair lightly. "Like a rock, you wore me out. In my defense, I'm still not quite up to my old self." She moved languidly over his body, rubbing every inch of skin she could into to...
Claudia openly stared at the elderly woman who had just entered the office. She was the poster child of misery. She had a split lip, a black eye, an arm in a sling, and walked holding her body to one side. It hurt just to look at her. Dismayed, Claudia asked, “What happened to you?” “I was attacked,” the woman answered. It was a more than an attack. She had been sexually assaulted after getting mugged. Claudia pointed to the door and said, “Go right in. Magus will take care of you.” The...
Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter Three: Alchemical Solution By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Free City of Baraconia, the Island of Birds The guilt, shame, anger, disgust, and self-loathing metastasized in me and then exploded out of me in a jet of uncontrollable magic, feeding on the vast reserves of power I absorbed when I debased myself with the crew of the Golden Hunger. The jet, a combination of all five...
“We are two months away from the one year period allocated to the project, Sailair”. Zechariah chased him in a hasty walk and at the front, Sailair, with a troubled look, paid the entrance fee to the souk and rushed inside. Everything was wrong, ever since the beginning of the excavation, from the output of Ever Pure Solid to the concentration of the soil, to the proximity to tunnels No. 38 and No .39. Sailair encountered one hurdle after another and from his perspective the chief accomplice...
David Marks shifted nervously in his chair. The large man was studying him like he was a fish inside a fishbowl. It made him very uneasy. Unable to take the focused attention any longer, he blurted out, “My grandmother died. I’m so unhappy that I don’t know what to do.” Magus continued studying the boy. He was four feet six inches tall, with short blond hair that appeared to resist the best efforts of brush or comb to tame. His sneakers were worn from daily use but weren’t filthy from...
Wednesday passed without incident, but on Thursday Patrick was decidedly morose. In mid-morning he phoned Gordy. “Can we meet for lunch?” “Today?” “Please.” “Beppi’s at noon? Or a few minutes before?” “Deal.” Patrick thought for a few minutes. “I’m downtown for lunch. I’ll shop and be back in mid-afternoon.” “No problem.” “Behave yourself!” “Of course.” Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?” “I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded. We were seated right away....
I was still tired when I woke up and it was past ten this Saturday morning. I hadn't slept in that late since I was a teenager. When I was a teenager, my body was growing and changing and while I thought about girls all the time, my sexual activity was limited to my hand, the shower, and a fantasy in my head. Last evening, Nicole was over. She had amazing tits for a 14-year old. Afterwards Courtney and her mom, Krysta double-teamed me. Even later last night, Jenna unexpectedly showed up...