Theo pressed the space bar on her lap top and the lock screen popped up. She typed in her father's name as the password and waited as the screen flipped from a picture of her father to serene background. She sighed as she opened up her email and scrolled through all of the annoying pleas for more time on payments and the offers of sex instead of cash to keep their business open. She finally found the email address she wanted, opened up a new window and started writing.
Dear Mr. Smith,
You were early to our meeting yesterday and I appreciate your enthusiasm. You will be starting later this week. Please come prepared with all of the necessary items.
Thank you.
-Theo
She hit the send button then stood up, checking her cell phone. No missed calls or emergency text messages. Good. The drop off must have went smoothly. Better call Zeke just to make sure. She pressed on "Big Zeke" on her phone. As she waited for his answer she left her office and went down stairs to the kitchen hoping for some ice cream. She passed some of the family as she went to the kitchen nodding at them. Ever since her father had been put in prison she had opened up her home as a place for the family to relax. If she trusted them enough, she gave them a key to the front door, allowing them to come and go as they pleased. But she kept the door to the stairs leading to her room and her office locked, she didn't trust anyone that much, not even the family.
Dear Mr. Smith,
You were early to our meeting yesterday and I appreciate your enthusiasm. You will be starting later this week. Please come prepared with all of the necessary items.
Thank you.
-Theo
She hit the send button then stood up, checking her cell phone. No missed calls or emergency text messages. Good. The drop off must have went smoothly. Better call Zeke just to make sure. She pressed on "Big Zeke" on her phone. As she waited for his answer she left her office and went down stairs to the kitchen hoping for some ice cream. She passed some of the family as she went to the kitchen nodding at them. Ever since her father had been put in prison she had opened up her home as a place for the family to relax. If she trusted them enough, she gave them a key to the front door, allowing them to come and go as they pleased. But she kept the door to the stairs leading to her room and her office locked, she didn't trust anyone that much, not even the family.