Pierce Lambert may know finances better than his supervisor, Mary Boucher, but she's determined to remind him who's boss. One Friday afternoon she demands a previously-assigned report he's neglected all week. She reminds him he's a junior member of the firm and cannot take the work home. Then she gleefully slams him with the other half of her double bind: the offices will be closed for a weekend audit. He's dead in the water...until Ms. Boucher offers him the chance to complete the report at her country home, where the data is available on her computer because she's a senior officer. He's grateful but completely at her mercy, if she has any. When she calls him "Lambchop" instead of Lambert, he knows she wants him to trail her as if she's the Mary in the nursery rhyme. If he hopes to survive professionally, he must swallow his pride, and much more. Ms. Boucher is on a personal vendetta.
Pierce Lambert may know finances better than his supervisor, Mary Boucher, but she's determined to remind him who's boss. One Friday afternoon she demands a previously-assigned report he's neglected all week. She reminds him he's a junior member of the firm and cannot take the work home. Then she gleefully slams him with the other half of her double bind: the offices will be closed for a weekend audit. He's dead in the water...until Ms. Boucher offers him the chance to complete the report at her country home, where the data is available on her computer because she's a senior officer. He's grateful but completely at her mercy, if she has any. When she calls him "Lambchop" instead of Lambert, he knows she wants him to trail her as if she's the Mary in the nursery rhyme. If he hopes to survive professionally, he must swallow his pride, and much more. Ms. Boucher is on a personal vendetta.