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“So in other words you know who you can trust and who you can‘t.”
“That‘s correct.” The women took the suitcases out of Sheila‘s car and walked with them to Carrie‘s house.
“That‘s amazing, Carrie. I wish I could do the same thing.”
They stopped on their way to what would be Sheila‘s room from now on. “Do you really?” Carrie asked.
A few hours later, Sheila was set up in Carrie‘s guest room. The room had a nice
bedroom set, just like all the rooms, an entertainment center with a TV, a digital video recorder, and a DVD player, as well as several popular DVD‘s of the hottest movies and complete seasons of TV shows. Every bedroom had an entertainment center complete with all that equipment, and the living room and family room, too. Carrie was a registered nurse at the general hospital and her husband was a doctor, a neurosurgeon. Of course, they were making great money right now and living a life of luxury. Carrie could‘ve prepared for another career, one that would earn her a six-figure income, but she chose to be a nurse because she loved working closely with patients, taking care of them. Carrie was everyone‘s favorite nurse at the hospital. Every day, she would take care of at least six different patients, and when they called for her, she would never get mad, tired or even annoyed. Of course, she had the strength to carry up to one hundred elephants and once, and more, if she had to, because she had unlimited physical strength, like all people of her species, but she would only carry her children and her patients for now. Sheila was on her computer, looking to get a new MP3 player at a lower price on an auction website. She got notification of a new email. It was from Sergio. It said, in just a few lines, that he had just faxed Mr. Hill all the proof that he needed that Stephen never talked trash about him.
Stephen was alone in the house right now. The phone rang. Stephen answered the call from his extension in the kitchen. “Hello.”
“Stephen, this is Mr. Hill. How are you doing?”
“I…listen, Mr. Hill, I just want you to know that I…I care about you and I have nothing bad to say about you. If you don‘t want to, don‘t give me my job back, but know that you are one of the most important people in my life, and I will never, ever forget you.”
“It‘s ok. I know the truth. I know you were hacked. Delete all those messages and comments, please. If you can, delete your account and get a new one. I don‘t want anyone to see those messages ever again. It‘s hurting my company. That‘s why I fired you, not because what you said about me bothered me. You could‘ve said those things in the privacy of your home, and I would‘ve heard them from someone else, and I wouldn‘t have cared, but for those things to be posted on the Internet…”
“Mr. Hill…”
“…But now I know that you didn‘t do it, and I also know who did it. Don‘t worry about anything. I expect you back here at seven o‘clock sharp.”
“…But I always start at eight.”
“I need you here one hour earlier because we have something important to talk about in person, just you and me, ok? Please be here.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Hill. I will be there. So I‘m going to start working for you
again.”
“Yes, you are, tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Mr. Hill. You are an angel.”