Friday, March 9, 2012
New York City
The Fund for Down Syndrome
Meredith walked into her small office and set her bag down. Her morning commute had been tough and she desperately needed coffee. She was at her desk switching from commuting shoes to nice navy blue sling-backs when her boss’ assistant ran in. Breathlessly, the woman demanded, “Meredith, where have you been?!”
She started to respond when the assistant cut her off. “No time! We need to get to the big office -- NOW!”
Meredith got up, longing to stop at the break room for coffee, but the assistant gave her an "eye" over the shoulder. They hurried into her boss’ office, where two lawyers stood glaring at her. One attorney was a handsome woman Meredith knew had been a tennis champion in a former life, the other a man who was a senior partner in his firm and a serous benefactor of The Fund.
Her boss, another formidable woman, spoke first. “Meredith, you know our lawyers. They're kind enough to do pro bono work for us, and suddenly we're faced with a huge problem for them. Meredith, they want to …” she removed her glasses, cleaned them as she paused in thought, and then resumed speaking. Before she could start the senior partner interrupted her.
“Meredith, we want to know why, over the weekend, a wire for $2.17 billion -- billion, with a B -- came into our accounts addressed to YOU.”
Meredith collapsed into a chair in front of her boss' desk. Her head spun as she tried to grasp the vastness of the sum. $2.17 Billion dollars – Holy crap!
“Who is it from?” she asked in her daze.
“That’s just it.” The woman lawyer responded. “It doesn’t say. It just says …” she pulled a paper from a folder. “It only says: ‘Thanks for helping kids like Moira.’”
Her boss peered over the desk and asked “Do you know who sent this to us, Meredith?”
Meredith sat still for a long while, then looked up and smiled. “No, but I sure as hell wish I did!”
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