Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Um...chlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. "What in the world would cause anyone to bawl around a sensitive guy like you?" I asked trying to keep a straight face."Listen up Porter, this is your chance to prove you can be of some use around here," he said."Simpson, you don't get it. I don't have to prove I'm good enough to be here. You assholes have to prove, you have reason to let me go. You are already being investigated for discrimination. So now you can either get your head out of your ass, or I'm going back to bed." Porter, get in. I kept them hidden in my bedroom and whenever i got the chance i would wear them and just walk about the house or sit and watch tele in them. This starts off my story it was only a month or so since my mum had left us. My dad had said he couldnt live in the same house where hed lived with that bitch so we moved away and dad found a new job. We moved in n i was left all day most days for the first week while dad got settled into his new job, so of course while i was left i would walk around. He helped me setup my room and prepared coffee and breakfast for me and this was a Saturday and I was supposed to join office on Monday. We rested the whole day, next day he showed me around town and took me to show my office and all from Monday my work started and I started going to office. Now my full and final from my previous office had not yet arrived and I did not have a whole lot of savings as well. My brother helped me out again and said that whatever was his was mine. I was really.