My part-time job is supervising a number of men who are more than twice my age. Understanding what they want from their jobs and how they want to be t...eated seems to work for me. I credit what I've learned in these courses for that success."It was, as I said, a pat answer I used often, but Professor Caldwell seemed to accept it. His only comment was, "Remarkable."My last four-and-a-half months were in front of me. There was no doubt now that I would get my Bachelor of Arts degree. The final. Part of it is because of our mine. Another part is because of the businesses I am starting. I can give a person a job and pay him reasonably well. People in other cities will come here to get a job, too. The city will grow because other businesses come here to sell their products to me or to the people I employ. As for running the hotel, it is like you now. You run the mine and the others do most of the work. I just have to find people that will run the business and one day the building will be. “Jeeves, I am getting out on bail. They have charged me as an accessory to forgery, but my lawyer says there is a good chance of getting off if I just look like a fool. Come and get me, Jeeves. Tell chef I need a decent meal when I arrive.”I alerted chef, then drove to the police station and collected him. He looked tired, so I reckoned he had not slept well, and the pressure was finally getting to him. I made sure he was comfortable in the back seat, and drove carefully home, so that there. "I want you all to come to my room tonight at nine o'clock."Nobody spoke. They just looked at each other and finally, Kasey said, "Well..." in a kind of dismissive way. I stood up and smiled as best I could and they all glared at me."Room 242," I said."Goodbye," said Jayana, as I turned and headed for the sanctuary of my lounger. I lay and pretended to read my book while stealing glances at that steamy clump of womanhood, now a-twitter with giggling but still with a trace of seething in certain.