Since lunch, Martin hadn't seen the KPMG project manager again.
The client of the merger case, Carl Fisk, too was impressed with Martin's performance!
As the paying party, Carl naturally wanted every penny to count. Martin's ability to casually sketch out a decade's worth of revenue data for competitors proved his meticulous preparation for the case.
As Martin himself had said: If a lawyer does an accountant's job too thoroughly, can the accountant blame him?
Given Martin's experience leading Facebook and Microsoft's financing projects, his quick-witted adaptability in meetings, his diligent work ethic, and Carl's personal ties with Jessica Pearson, the firm's founder — Carl didn't hesitate. After seeing the outcome, he called to replace the accounting lead on the spot.
Martin felt no guilt.
Had he not prepared the data and countered decisively, he would've been the one replaced.
After the afternoon meeting, Carl clapped Martin's shoulder with a grin and left. As Martin gathered his things, Rachel approached with her phone.
"Jessica wants to see you."
"Now?" Martin frowned. "Did she say why?"
"Just 'as soon as possible.'"
Martin tossed his files back on the table and strode out, hands in pockets.
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Pearson Hardman occupied floors 35–44 of a 70-story skyscraper in Manhattan's Upper East Side. Higher floors meant higher status.
As the firm's founder, Jessica Pearson's office crowned the top floor.
Martin adjusted his suit in the elevator, then knocked on her glass door.
"Come in."
Jessica sat behind her desk, skyline stretching behind her. "Martin. Rachel said you wanted me?"
"Sit."
She gestured to a chair. As Martin sat, Jessica stood and faced the window, sighing at the cityscape.
"Thirty-three years ago, I bet everything to start this firm. We grew from $1,000 cases to one of America's 'Big Four' law firms…"
Why do all bosses love recounting their origin stories?
Martin leaned back, discreetly admiring Jessica's poise. Since his transmigration, he'd grown to value a woman's presence over mere looks. At 50+, Jessica's African heritage and sharp intellect radiated a magnetic elegance. She was arguably the most compelling Black woman he'd ever met — not that he'd admit it.
"…Individual power has limits. That's why we build firms — to collaborate on complex challenges."
She turned abruptly, gaze piercing. "Do you understand?"
Martin met her eyes. "Because I humiliated KPMG?"
News travels fast here.
"I know your talent, Martin. Since joining, you've repeatedly amazed us. I still remember seeing those dozen contracts on my desk." Her tone sharpened. "You could've resolved that meeting quietly. Why the theatrics?"
Martin's smile tightened. Is this a test of loyalty? Or a warning to align with her style?
"Maybe… I'm a Denzel Washington fan?"
Jessica blinked.
"Have you seen Man on Fire? There's a line: 'Forgiveness is between him and God. My job is to arrange the meeting!'"
Jessica chuckled dryly. "Is that your life motto? It sounds… vindictive."
"Just fitting for the moment."
She relented. "Given your track record, I'll respect your methods. But never underestimate anyone. Human potential is limitless."
Martin rose, flashing a grin. "New motto acquired. Thanks, Jessica."
As he reached the door, she added:
"Harvey becomes senior partner Monday. You're close to him — think of a gift."
"And Martin? Keep this quiet."
He paused. The senior partner race had narrowed to Harvey Specter (undefeated Harvard prodigy) and Louis Litt (client-whispering rainmaker). Martin got along with both, but why would Jessica tip him off?
Then it clicked: Daniel Hardman.
The firm's co-founder would return in six months, ending Jessica's unchallenged reign.
Ah. She's building alliances.
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