all about her.
"You're hired," he said, rising and extending his hand over the desk. "See Greta on your way out to handle the paperwork, and be back here Monday at 7 AM for your first day."
Smiling, Marie shook his hand and looked straight into his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Adamson. You haven't made a mistake. I'm looking forward to seeing you next week."
Quickly dropping her hand, Mr. Adamson responded, "Oh, you won't be seeing me again. I have much more important things to do than run around chatting with tellers or letting them know how to do their job. If you see me again, it means you've been doing something wrong. Good day." He sat back down, covered Marie's resumé with other papers that had been laying on the side of the expansive desk, and began to read them. He waited until he heard the click of the door closing before he dared look up again. He let out a deep sign, releasing a breath he hadn't even known he had been holding. A Negro working in his bank? The world was changing quickly, and Mr. Adamson wasn't all to sure he liked the direction it was going.
Outside, Marie hardly dared to look around. She was sure her eyes would give her away- she could barely contain her glee. As Greta, Mr. Adamson's secretary, was typing out her hiring contract, Marie worked on suppressing her smile and trying to gather her racing thoughts. She could not believe that she, Marie Anna Patillo, had just become the first Negro to integrate Detroits banks! She could only imagine how her family would take it- her mother, Effie, would be hesitantly happy but scared for her eldest daughter, finally going out into the world. Her father, Patrick, would be silent. He hadn't approved of her taking the accounting classes at all, but would later brag to his factory friends that his daughter was "moving up" in the world, and that he was happy she would be leaving riff raff like them behind. Her younger sister, Darlene, would be unabashedly excited, filled with a thousand questions to be asked and answered immediately. It was unlikely Lee would even be there- it had been days since anyone in the family had seen him, but there was nothing to be done about that. Eventually he would turn up, as he always did, and when he finally came home he would give Marie a big hug, telling her "he knew she had it in her," and probably ask for some pocket money in celebration. As she though of money, Marie's smile finally broke it's constraints and filled her whole face. H
"You're hired," he said, rising and extending his hand over the desk. "See Greta on your way out to handle the paperwork, and be back here Monday at 7 AM for your first day."
Smiling, Marie shook his hand and looked straight into his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Adamson. You haven't made a mistake. I'm looking forward to seeing you next week."
Quickly dropping her hand, Mr. Adamson responded, "Oh, you won't be seeing me again. I have much more important things to do than run around chatting with tellers or letting them know how to do their job. If you see me again, it means you've been doing something wrong. Good day." He sat back down, covered Marie's resumé with other papers that had been laying on the side of the expansive desk, and began to read them. He waited until he heard the click of the door closing before he dared look up again. He let out a deep sign, releasing a breath he hadn't even known he had been holding. A Negro working in his bank? The world was changing quickly, and Mr. Adamson wasn't all to sure he liked the direction it was going.
Outside, Marie hardly dared to look around. She was sure her eyes would give her away- she could barely contain her glee. As Greta, Mr. Adamson's secretary, was typing out her hiring contract, Marie worked on suppressing her smile and trying to gather her racing thoughts. She could not believe that she, Marie Anna Patillo, had just become the first Negro to integrate Detroits banks! She could only imagine how her family would take it- her mother, Effie, would be hesitantly happy but scared for her eldest daughter, finally going out into the world. Her father, Patrick, would be silent. He hadn't approved of her taking the accounting classes at all, but would later brag to his factory friends that his daughter was "moving up" in the world, and that he was happy she would be leaving riff raff like them behind. Her younger sister, Darlene, would be unabashedly excited, filled with a thousand questions to be asked and answered immediately. It was unlikely Lee would even be there- it had been days since anyone in the family had seen him, but there was nothing to be done about that. Eventually he would turn up, as he always did, and when he finally came home he would give Marie a big hug, telling her "he knew she had it in her," and probably ask for some pocket money in celebration. As she though of money, Marie's smile finally broke it's constraints and filled her whole face. H
