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EMMA
Driving home in my new company car, a brand new Ford Fusion in dark blue, I listened to the radio and thought about how much my life had just changed.
The day progressed swiftly, and I had felt a bit overwhelmed by everything. This could be the start of a real career for me—what if I ended up spending my whole life working at Global Distributing?
Working with Mrs. Kramer had gone well, though—the woman couldn’t have been nicer. But she had seemed a bit surprised by all the things Mr. Taylor had given me.
I couldn’t say that I was all that surprised. He and my father were good friends, after all. Mr. Taylor had proven to be a very generous man.
Pulling into the drive, I decided to park in the garage in the space occupied by my current car. That one could be parked outside and m
