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"well thats great for you, im still stuck in my damn apartment." Marge says infront of my desk.
"Well not really, its going to be a second hand." i sighed while fixing the last set of papers. Damn Mr. Havards.
"oh. well at least you got a new house. I should help you fix your home, its gonna be loads of fun and trust me im really good at it."
"yeah? but the budget's tight."
"leave the decorations to me." she smiled. The thing i like about Marge is, is that shes a really helpful person. Always happy.
My shift ends at 5pm but i need to go early since i had to meet up the guy, Mr. Tharson who owned the house and my moving truck. But of course, i had to find my boss. He's really strict but he seemed to be in the mood so i guess i have luck.
"going so soon Ms. Smith?" Mr. Havards asked
"i was hoping you'd allow me. I asked you the other day but i..uhm didnt get any answer."
"oh the moving in thing?"
" Yes sir."
"well its 3pm and you have loads to handle on. I dont know if it could be taken care of tomorrow"
"oh ive done 3/4 of it...today...id do 1/4 of it tomorrow...? if thats okay?"
"hmm alright then, youre free to go."
"Thank you sir."
As i headed home, i found a truck parked by my new house and Mr. Tharson.
"Ah! Ms. Smith. Good to see you." he grinned
"Good to see you too Mr. Tharson." i shook his hand and noticed my boxes are already in my house.
"i thought i just had to put it in already " he explained
He had to explain everything and the deals. I handed him the cash in a private area and he left right away, along with the moving-in truck.
I examined the walls, the floor, the space. I already had so much ideas in my head. I headed to the room and started unpacking my clothes first.
I found a black blazer hanging on my empty closet. It was obviously for men by sight. Mr. Tharson already left so i tried to call him....but there werent any answers.
I guess ill just give it to him another day? If he ever has time..
I placed it on the side so i could put my clothes in first. I heard a clack and found something that fell from it.
An ID?
I know i shouldnt be minding other people's businesses but something looked wrong on the ID.
It was blurry and smudged out i couldnt read the words. The ink was messed up and damaged. But somehow the picture was very clear.
The guy on the photo looked way different than Mr. Tharson. He looked younger...almost like in my age. His hair was a darker shade of brown. He played a smile on his face that made crinkles by his eyes, and his eyes were pure blue.
It could be Mr. Tharson's son?
My eyes moved back to the smudged words and tried to read it out
"Lewis Timmerson" is that his name?
His name was definitely longer than "Tharson". He cant be his son. But who?
