GOOD INTENTIONS COPYRIGHT 2013 RZEVANS
Never married, not really a loner, Marcus considered himself responsible and reliable, so why did all this stuff happen to him. Maybe good intentions was really a tool of he devil. He had good intentions when he introduced Peggy Waldschmit to Stephen Clay; that turned out bad. He had good intentions when he started the baseball team, and then one of athe coaches was found to be giving the boys "physical examinations." He had good intentions when he counseled one of the office workers against taking office supplies, and then when the loss was discovered, the guy blamed Marcus. Now here he was, stuck in some place he never heard of because he was answering a call for help from his little sister. To top it all off, sis just called on her cell and said never mind coming after her that she was moving in with a new boyfriend.
It helped a lot if you just resigned yourself to problelms; that way the turmoil didn't churn your insides to pieces. Marcus sat down on the curb and waited for the police car to arrive. The little lady driving the Lincoln that had plowed into the back of his old Caprice stood next to the lampost. The siren stopped wailing as the police cruiser came to a stop behind the Lincoln, lights still flashing.
The paper work was done, the Lincoln was not driveable, so Marcus asked the little lady belonging to the Lincoln, if he could take her home; the Caprice had only a mangled fender and trunk. More good intentions, he thought.
As they drove up the long drive, Marcus was impressed with the large house. He was invited in, and was introduced to the husband, who was sitting at a large desk, shuffling papers. After a few minutes of very nice conversation, Max Weston asked Marcus what he did for a living. Marcus told him he was an accountant for a large department store, a dead end 45 K job, he thought to himself. Max Weston sighed, and said that he was desperate for a good accountant, that his present accountant was quitting because she found she couldn't handle a family and a full time job. He asked if he could steal Marcus from the department store. Before Marcus could reply, Mr. Weston added that the most he could pay would be ten thousand a month plus benefits. Marcus smiled to himself, and said he definitely would be interested. At that, Max Weston stood, cupped his hands, and shouted towards the stairway, "I-REEEEN". In just a few minutes, a lovely young woman appeared at the bottom of the staiirs. Marcus' heart skipped a beat, the boss' daughter.
"Irene," said her father, "this is Marcus Talbot, take him down to the office and show him around. Let him look over the books, then take him out to dinner. I'll stay up until you two get back so we can talk some more."
Never married, not really a loner, Marcus considered himself responsible and reliable, so why did all this stuff happen to him. Maybe good intentions was really a tool of he devil. He had good intentions when he introduced Peggy Waldschmit to Stephen Clay; that turned out bad. He had good intentions when he started the baseball team, and then one of athe coaches was found to be giving the boys "physical examinations." He had good intentions when he counseled one of the office workers against taking office supplies, and then when the loss was discovered, the guy blamed Marcus. Now here he was, stuck in some place he never heard of because he was answering a call for help from his little sister. To top it all off, sis just called on her cell and said never mind coming after her that she was moving in with a new boyfriend.
It helped a lot if you just resigned yourself to problelms; that way the turmoil didn't churn your insides to pieces. Marcus sat down on the curb and waited for the police car to arrive. The little lady driving the Lincoln that had plowed into the back of his old Caprice stood next to the lampost. The siren stopped wailing as the police cruiser came to a stop behind the Lincoln, lights still flashing.
The paper work was done, the Lincoln was not driveable, so Marcus asked the little lady belonging to the Lincoln, if he could take her home; the Caprice had only a mangled fender and trunk. More good intentions, he thought.
As they drove up the long drive, Marcus was impressed with the large house. He was invited in, and was introduced to the husband, who was sitting at a large desk, shuffling papers. After a few minutes of very nice conversation, Max Weston asked Marcus what he did for a living. Marcus told him he was an accountant for a large department store, a dead end 45 K job, he thought to himself. Max Weston sighed, and said that he was desperate for a good accountant, that his present accountant was quitting because she found she couldn't handle a family and a full time job. He asked if he could steal Marcus from the department store. Before Marcus could reply, Mr. Weston added that the most he could pay would be ten thousand a month plus benefits. Marcus smiled to himself, and said he definitely would be interested. At that, Max Weston stood, cupped his hands, and shouted towards the stairway, "I-REEEEN". In just a few minutes, a lovely young woman appeared at the bottom of the staiirs. Marcus' heart skipped a beat, the boss' daughter.
"Irene," said her father, "this is Marcus Talbot, take him down to the office and show him around. Let him look over the books, then take him out to dinner. I'll stay up until you two get back so we can talk some more."