I knocked on suite 201 and Mr. Anderson, the CEO, greeted me at the door.“So, you are my new assistant. Remind me of our name.” he said as he look...d me in the eyes.“Hi, I'm Julie.” I said.He smiled. “Ah, I like the name Julie. That was the name of my first girlfriend in high school. I also dated a Julie at summer camp and another Julie in college. I'm still friends with two of them on Facebook.”“I'm sorry; I digress,” he continued “Please come in.”The suite had a front room two desks and a. We would all arrive at the car yard at eight, and drink coffee and bullshit for an hour while stocking the vans. I didn’t really like coffee but everyone else drank it and I wanted to fit in. Around nine, Derek would drive us to our first house. Derek always drove and Drew always sat shotgun, leaving me to crouch in the back with all the chemicals.After we arrived, we would start by unloading the equipment and making sure to disarm any alarms and avoid any dogs. Then, Derek would just leave for. Want to come over to my place then?" Alright, that's settled then." We walked on, chatting away like any normally happy teenagers do in high school.Studying for the math test was harder than I expected, but it helped with both of us collaborating. One could check the others' work and so forth, and we were going along pretty well."Oh man, I need a break. I'm tired of all these derivatives and shit. Got something to drink?" Yeah, is water okay?" Sure. Thanks."Jessica left the room and went to. She would finish in September. My Mom had an apartment in the city where she stayed during the week and then drove back to the farm for the weekends. That left the apartment empty on Saturday nights. Carol had a 10:00 pm curfew and I didn't have any transportation from the Camp except a bicycle. I had brought a 15 speed Schwinn Super Continental that I had bought just before leaving Colorado, to come back to the farm. Because the farms were on gravel roads, I didn't have very much opportunity.