34 MarianneWednesday noon and Marianne was not looking forward to her lunch. A serving of crow could be the appetizer. Possibly the main course.
Yesterday, her conversation with Dante Rodriguez at the Zachary Foundation had not gone well. She’d expected some blowback and done her best to prepare.
This morning, she’d dressed in her double-buttoned charcoal coat-dress with the wrist-length sleeves and nipped-in waist. The no-nonsense style subtly conveyed her message. She was Bruce Zachary’s expert on jurisprudence. He depended on her for sound legal advice.
Important that she look professional. She might be asked to explain why she’d insisted so vehemently that Nora Dockson’s sloppy legal work had to be corrected immediately.
Her premonition had been confirmed a few minutes ago when adm
