A TV School (Excellent Service)

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Gerald was swearing inwardly, though outwardly he was maintaining his lawyerly demeanor. Phil had always been disorganized, but this was approaching legendary. Somewhere in this haphazard stack of SIGNED! contracts she had turned over the school's identity, constitution, and perhaps even property rights. He was going to be in such trouble with the Trust's officers. She had called him to ask for advice, albeit in her typical backward fashion. If it weren't for granfather Corney he'd have resigned as the school's lawyer years ago.
Phil was repentant, but it was beginning to look like too little, too late.
Good old Yeats brought in supper. Maggie must be feeling for the old lady. She'd sent them stroganoff just like his grandmother used to make.
Taking a breath he pushed back the papers and stepped over to the work table where Yeats had laid out supper.
"Aunt Phil, this is a nightmare. I'm still not sure I understand what's happenned or how you can get back on top of this situation." He gestured to the stacks of sorted contracts. "This stack gives them the ability to rename the school for television purposes. This one gives them 24 hour camera access. This one allows them to control admissions and that one allows them to hire new teachers. So far the only thing they can't do is fire you and that's only because Trust policy supercedes this more recent batch of paperwork. I think Trust policy will help with a good number of these items, but there are a lot of things including the possibility of uniforms that you are just going to be out of luck on. I've called Bernie and he's going to help me. Yeats, you signed these documents as witness, didn't it strike you that she might want to slow down?"
"Miss West is an excellent decision maker."
"Be that as it may, Yeats...." Gerald gave up. Grandma's stroganoff was really good.
"On the other hand, Master Gerald, She is not the most efficient person."
Phil looked hurt. Yeats never criticized her and here he was doing it in front of Gerald, who always criticized her.
Gerald, however, saw something different behind Yeats' comment and stepped back to look at the pile of contracts. They weren't all signed. She'd forgotten some of them. Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

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