Master Up. Учебное пособие по английскому языку
Master Up. Учебное пособие по английскому языку
Учебное пособие предназначено для студентов магистратуры и старших курсов бакалавриата филологических специальностей. Пособие состоит из пяти уроков по таким темам, как «Generation Gap», «Values», «National Stereotypes» и других.
Учебное пособие по английскому языку
© Елена Картушина, 2018
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
№1. Read the text. Check the Vocabulary list while reading the text
«The Firm» by J.Grisham
The senior partner studied the resume for the hundredth time and again found nothing he disliked about Mitchell Y. McDeere, at least not on paper. He had the brains, the ambition, the good looks. And he was hungry; with his background, he had to be. He was married, and that was mandatory. The firm had never hired an unmarried lawyer, and it frowned heavily on divorce, as well as womanizing and drinking. Drug testing was in the contract. He had a degree in accounting, and wanted to be a tax lawyer, which of course was a requirement with a tax firm. He looked good, on paper. He was their top choice. In fact, for this year there were no other prospects. The list was very short. It was McDeere or no one.
The managing partner, Royce McKnight, studied a dossier labelled «Mitchell Y. McDeere – Harvard.» An inch thick with small print and a few photographs, it had been prepared by some ex-CIA agents in a private intelligence outfit in Bethesda. They were clients of the firm and each year did the investigating for no fee. It was easy work, they said, checking out unsuspecting law students. They learned, for instance, that he preferred to leave the Northeast, that he was holding three job offers, two in New York and one in Chicago, and that the highest offer was $76,000 and the lowest was $68,000. He was in demand. He had been given the opportunity to cheat on a securities exam during his second year. He declined, and made the highest grade in the class. He drank an occasional beer, but drinking was expensive and he had no money. He owed close to $23,000 in student loans. He was hungry.
Royce McKnight flipped through the dossier and smiled. McDeere was their man. Lamar Quin checked his watch. He glanced at the two partners sitting at the small conference table near the windows.
Precisely at two-thirty someone knocked on the door. Lamar looked at the partners, who slid the resume and dossier into an open briefcase.
«Mitchell McDeere?» he asked with a huge smile and a hand thrust forward.
«Yes.» They shook hands violently.
«Nice to meet you, Mitchell. I’m Lamar Quin.»
«My pleasure. Please call me Mitch.»
He stepped inside, and quickly surveyed the spacious room.
«Sure, Mitch.» Lamar led him across the suite, where the partners introduced themselves. They were exceedingly warm and cordial. They offered him coffee, then water. They sat ar ound conference table and exchanged pleasantries. McDeere unbuttoned his coat and crossed his legs. He was now a seasoned veteran in the search of employment, and he knew they wanted him. He relaxed. With three job offers from three of the most prestigious firms in the country, he did not need this interview, this firm. He could afford to be a little overconfident now. He was there out of curiosity.
Oliver Lambert, the senior partner, leaned forward on his elbows and took control of the preliminary chitchat. At sixty-one, he was the grandfather of the firm. He was the counselor, the one the younger associates went to with their troubles. Mr. Lambert also handled the recruiting, and it was his mission to sign Mitchell Y. McDeere.
«Are you tired of interviewing?» asked Oliver Lambert.
«Not really. It’s part of it.» Yes, yes, they all agreed. Seemed like yesterday they were interviewing and submitting resumes and scared to death they wouldn’t find a job and three years of sweat and torture would be down the drain. They knew what he was going through, all right.
«May I ask a question?» Mitch asked.
«Why are we interviewing in this hotel room? The other firms interview on campus through the placement office.»
«Good question.» They all nodded and looked at each other and agreed it was a good question.
«Perhaps I can answer that, Mitch,» said Royce McKnight, the managing partner. «You must understand our firm. We are different, and we take pride in that. We have forty-one lawyers, so we are small compared with other firms. We don’t hire too many people; about one every other year. We offer the highest salary and fringes in the country, and I’m not exaggerating. So we are very selective. We selected you. The letter you received last month was sent after we screened over two thousand third-year law students at the best schools. Only one letter was sent. We don’t advertise openings and we don’t solicit applications. We keep a low profile, and we do things differently. That’s our explanation.»
«Fair enough. What kind of firm is it?»
«Tax. Some securities, real estate and banking, but eighty percent is tax work. That’s why we wanted to meet you, Mitch. You have an incredibly strong tax background»
«Why’d you go to Western Kentucky?» asked Oliver Lambert.
«Simple. They offered me a full scholarship to play football. Had it not been for that, college would’ve been impossible.»
«Tell us about your family.»
«Why is that important?»
«It’s very important to us, Mitch,» Royce McKnight said warmly. They all say that, thought McDeere.
«Okay, my father was killed in the coal mines when I was seven years old. My mother remarried and lives in Florida. I had two brothers. Rusty was killed in Vietnam. I have a brother named Ray McDeere.»
«Where is he?»
«I’m afraid that’s none of your business.»
«I’m sorry,» the managing partner said softly.
«Mitch, our firm is in Memphis,» Lamar said.
«Does that bother you?»
«Not at all. I’m not fond of cold weather.»
«Have you ever been to Memphis?»
«We’ll have you down soon. You’ll love it.»
Mitch smiled and nodded and played along. Were these guys serious? How could he consider such a small firm in such a small town when Wall Street was waiting?
«How are you ranked in your class?» Mr. Lambert asked.
«Top five.» That was enough of an answer for all of them.
«Why did you select Harvard?»
«Actually, Harvard selected me. I applied at several schools and was accepted everywhere. Harvard offered more financial assistance. I thought it was the best school. Still do.»