Sunday, January 8, 2012

January 6 - Macbeth (part 2)

Yesterday's adventures continued.  As I re-read it, I realize that it doesn't really make sense.  I would offer the excuse of youth, but this was written in 2010.

Chapter 2
“Caitlin, stop worrying.  You’re bringing him good news.”
“You’re one to talk.  You’ve worked here for longer than anyone else.  Duncan’s never had anything bad to say about you.”
 “I’m his son.  He’s had more bad to say about me than anyone else in the office.”
Caitlin slumped against the wall of the elevator.  A meeting with Duncan might be nothing to Malcolm, but to her it was terrifying.  Not that Duncan himself was a terrifying man, far from it, but he was the founder and CEO of Forres and Scone and Caitlin was hoping to make partner someday.  It had been a long day on the floor and she questioned whether the news that MacDonald had left to work with their rival firm, Sweno, was really good news. 
            The elevator dinged 57, the highest floor Forres and Scone occupied.  As the two got off, Caitlin looked around in awe.   This was the richly decorated fortress of the executives.  The offices of the partners ringed the main hallway, facing out over the city through floor-to-ceiling, plate-glass windows.  The inner ring was comprised of four meeting rooms, all named after properties Duncan’s family held in their homeland of Scotland, as well as Duncan’s own office – the one he lovingly called Dunsinane – which only his sons and the oldest, most favored partners were ever allowed to enter.   As they passed each office, working their way towards the Lennox room, Malcolm greeted every secretary and executive alike; Caitlin couldn’t help but wonder how he knew everyone so well.  Finally, they reached the great, oak double doors of the meeting room. 
 “Hey Marion, I’ve brought Caitlin.  Will he mind if we interrupt?”
“Not at all.  He’s just finished talking about our strategies for the new quarter.”
“Perfect timing then!” Malcolm said as he opened the door.
Every head turned towards the intruders.  Stopped mid sentence, Duncan too turned to look at Caitlin and Malcolm.  Caitlin was stunned.  This was the first time she had seen the man outside of his portrait in the lobby.  His well-kept, white beard testified to his experience with the firm, but the look in his eyes belied the idea that his experience had taught him to judge a situation.  He seemed surprised at the intrusion but welcomed his son to sit by his left side, his right being already occupied by the older son Donald.
 “Welcome Malcolm, glad you could join us.  Who’s the girl in red?”
“Dad, this is Caitlin.  She’s got good news from the floor.  Caitlin – god, don’t look so scared – just tell him what you told me.”
 “Right, um, ok.  Sweno gave us a run for it, for a while it was pretty back and forth.  But MacDonald – you know him I’m sure, he’s in mortgage securities – seemed to have joined up with Buckley and his guys and was making a killing.  Lucky guy on the floor, you’ve always said that sir.  Anyway, MacBeth called him out on the floor, called him a traitor to our group and everything, and, masterfully, sold him out, totally devaluing every purchase MacDonald had made on behalf of Sweno.”
  “Good on him.  And that’s the end of it, we can be proud to report profits –“
   “You’d think right?  But listen to this.  No sooner had MacDonald started to loose money than Buckley and the other Sweno guys cut him loose on the spot and started working their own magic.”
  “So… we’ve lost money to those bastards?”
“I’m not done.  MacBeth and Banquo doubled their efforts and eviscerated the Sweno reps.  It was as if they had a personal vendetta, not just a professional rivalry.  That’s how it stood when I left the floor.  Who knows, they may have made even more than they had when I left.”
“You have brought good news indeed.  Go, go home.  You’ve earned rest.”
Caitlin breathed a sigh of relief and backed out of the room. As the door closed, Duncan smiled and the board broke out in cheers of joy.  Through the jubilations, the ping of a Blackberry sounded. Ross, startled, grabbed his phone from his jacket and read the BBM.
  “Ross, I thought I said phones off at the beginning of this meeting.”
  “That you did sir, but you’ll like this, it’s from one of the underlings.  Sweno began the battle again – the idiots let MacDonald work with them again – and MacBeth’s nearly bankrupted them.  We’ve won. Oh, new one, from Banquo now.  He says MacDonald’s planning on coming back here – he thinks we don’t know about his betrayal – and that Sweno’s looking to make a deal with us.  They’ll take some of the worse mortgage bonds off our hands in exchange for a truce.”
              “Well, we’ll see about Sweno.   Lenox, get your boys on that.  As for MacDonald, deactivate his ID and tell Marion to meet him with a cardboard box tomorrow.  He won’t trouble us anymore.  And Ross, tell MacBeth MacDonald’s old job is his if he wants it.”

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