But easier said than done. He felt it like a twenty-pound weight hung around his neck. He was usually able to compartmentalize. But not today. Suddenly he remembered it was Veteran’s Day, a holiday for some in Washington. But not for him. He had tons of work at the office. Francis was still sleeping. He trudged downstairs, brewed a pot of coffee, had some cereal, and headed to the office. Three hours later, Martin was sitting behind his green leather top desk in his corner office overlooking Pennsylvania Avenue, twelve floors below. He lifted the china cup and swallowed the bitter black coffee as he watched lanky Paul Maltoni, clutching a legal pad and pen with his curly black hair as unruly as ever, come into the office and sit in front of his desk. Paul was Martin’s star associate, who had been with the giant law firm Martin had founded and headed for eight years. Martin felt a common bond with this brilliant young lawyer who, like Martin, came from a modest background and rose to the top of his class at Yale Law School as a scholarship student.
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