’ ‘This WAS a job interview and not a marriage proposal?’ Miranda asked sarcastically. Her brother didn’t seem to hear her sarcasm though, as ...e continued as if she hadn’t even spoken. ‘He says that we’ll work well together, that I won’t need typing or shorthand, or any of those usual requirements of a PA. He says that there are enough typists already in the company.’ He took a deep breath and looked down at Miranda, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. ‘It sounds like it’s a done deal?’ Miranda. I arrived at the professor's place right on time. I wanted to show him that I respected his time. I rang the doorbell and waited a few minutes. There wasn't any answer. So I rang the doorbell again and waited a few minutes. I wasn't sure if maybe he had forgotten. I was about to ring the doorbell a third time when I noticed the door slowly opened and there stood the professor.I can tell the Professor had been drinking because he pretty much reeked of alcohol.The professor then rubbed his eyes. " Well, we'll find that out at my next press conference." You know what I think you should do? I think you should testify before the committee, and then write a story both on your experience with your augmentation therapy, and your subsequent testimony." He smiled."I'll call Dr. Barton back and tell him I'll testify before the committee. No suh-penis, er, subpoena necessary. And I don't have a single negative thing to say about you, so don't worry about that."Her doctor quietly chuckled at her. “One last chance, Cal,” I agreed, “but Cal, as of now, if you make me a promise, if we come to an agreement, you stick to it. Absolutely, not just as long as it suits your purpose.”“I’m sorry David,” she said softly, close to tears, “I know I’ve been selfish, but I really, truly do not want to lose you.”“Then all you need to do is stop acting like you do,” I said, not as gently as I usually would.“Will you at least help me?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, “but it’s all down to you. I’ll do what I.