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Judgment : a novel
\"It was nothing more than a one-night stand. Juliana Brody, a judge in the Superior Court of Massachusetts, is rumored to be in consideration for the federal circuit and maybe, someday, the highest court in the land. At a conference in a Chicago hotel, she meets a gentle, vulnerable man and has an unforgettable night with him--something she's never done before. They part with an explicit understanding that this must never happen again. But back home in Boston, Juliana realizes that this was no random encounter. The man from Chicago proves to have an integral role in a case she's presiding over--a sex-discrimination case that's received national attention. Juliana discovers that she's been entrapped, her night of infidelity captured on video. Strings are being pulled in high places, a terrifying unfolding conspiracy that will turn her life upside down. But soon it becomes clear that personal humiliation, even the possible destruction of her career, are the least of her concerns, as her own life and the lives of her family are put in mortal jeopardy. In the end, turning the tables on her adversaries will require her to be as ruthless as they are\"-- Provided by publisher.
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Doing Business With Moscow Inc
Now comes a timely memoir by one of Europe's most powerful bankers, who has done business with Moscow for some 20 years and was, in early 1985, the first Westerner invited to meet the new General Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party, [Mikhail S. Gorbachev]. In \"Paths to Russia,\" [F. Wilhelm Christians] Christians, the chairman of the supervisory board of Deutsche Bank, relates with bracing clarity his experiences in financing some of the most ambitious projects in Soviet history, from the Yamal pipeline that supplies Europe with Soviet natural gas, to the immense Amur-Baikal-Magistrale railroad project. When the Reagan White House, in the spring of 1982, sent what Mr. Christians describes in an almost comic scene as \"seven men in dark suits\" to \"question\" him about the pipeline, as an expression of American concern about expanded German economic ties with the Soviet Union, he argued that the deal was intended as \"a modest contribution to a very difficult and lengthy process of easing tensions.\" How this was supposed to work, and whether it did, are questions he does not address. In a provocative final chapter, Mr. Christians says that only by helping to rebuild the Soviet Union -- by helping Mr. Gorbachev's Government directly -- will the West be able to integrate the Soviet Union into a united Europe. Mr. Christians is convinced that \"massive Western assistance\" to Moscow will save the Soviet Union from utter chaos and internecine bloodshed and give us a \"historic chance of a restructuring for the entire European continent.\"
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The switch
\"A simple mix up throws one innocent man into the crosshairs of sinister government secrets and ruthless political ambitions\"--Provided by publisher. Michael Tanner is on his way home from a business trip when he accidentally picks up the wrong MacBook in an airport security line. Home in Boston, he discovers that the owner is a US senator and that the laptop contains top secret files. When Senator Susan Robbins realizes she's come back with the wrong laptop, she calls her young chief of staff, Will Abbott, in a panic. Both know that the senator broke the law by uploading classified documents onto her personal computer. Abbott turns to a \"fixer\" to retrieve the laptop before a bigger security breach is revealed.
ABOUT MEN; A Male Secretary
''Come on,'' she said, ''this stuff is too boring for you.'' She paused, then added, ''Honey, I've got to do this. You don't have to. You'll be moving into management. Guys aren't secretaries.'' With female secretaries, he dealt in a crisp, professional manner, softened with banter and jokes. With me, he pretended that I wasn't really a secretary at all. It wasn't as if he ignored me; every half-hour or so he would emerge from his office to talk sports with me and exchange dirty jokes. Both of us effectively ignored two facts: that my job was to do his clerical work and that he couldn't accept that. ''Hey, Joe,'' he would announce, coming out of his office and dumping a wad of paper into a trash can. ''You catch those Celtics last night?'' ''No,'' I'd say. ''How'd they do?'' It didn't take me long to see that I'd failed. I was neither going to win acceptance as a legitimate male secretary nor insulate myself sufficiently not to care what the rest of the office thought. I had expected I wouldn't fall into the old sex roles we assign ourselves, but I don't think I changed the minds of anyone I worked for or with, and I know I didn't change my own mind, either. I wasn't prepared to cause any serious trouble. After a few months working at the bank, I sold a book to a publisher, got a respectable advance, and no longer needed the secretarial job. On my last day of work, I stopped by my boss's office to say goodbye. ''Hey, Doug,'' I said, shaking his hand firmly. ''How 'bout them Celtics?''
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