Breckinridge. Am I correct that you know about Emma Majeski?" Sam scanned the attorney's $1500 suit, wondering if anyone ever called him "Chuck"."Yes....I'm afraid the entire staff knows about it, since this morning. I received a call late yesterday afternoon from Ms. Hatfield, after she had spoken with Douglas Ferguson. This is a shock to the firm. Emma was a fine young woman, and truly a most excellent employee. Prentice Stevens and I had spoken to her aboutthe possibility of her going to law. It wasn't a long drive so we got there early and we did a bit of shopping and went to dinner. We decided to go have a few drinks in our hotel lounge (it was 1978) We had 3 or 4 drinks and it doesn't take that much to get me going,there was music so we danced a bit. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him. She got into the car and we took off. It’s a two seater and the hood was down. Her legs were stretched out in front and slightly parted, her hair was dark, and she looked straight at me as she lifted her arms showing me her armpits rich with the thick curly hair there, as smoothed her hair.‘Where are we going,’ she asked ‘I hope you’re not going to **** me.’‘Not unless you want me to,’ I said ‘Oh. So what are you going to do?’ she asked.I pulled over and stopped in a vacant block. It was out of. I'd never considered myself pretty. The tugging soreness at my ears kept nagging for my attention too, the huge gold hoops swaying in tune with the slight movements of my head. They'd done things to my face. Veronica said something, I didn't hear, she eased my head back. The sound of a vicious little drill invaded my near catatonia, came towards my face. I flinched but my arms no longer felt like allies as they were grabbed by Candice. I had interrupted her work on my nails and she looked.