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Dear Corinthia,
That actually sounds like a great job to have. It may not be as glamorous as
field work, but you’re gonna outlive all your peers, which is good for me,
because now we have more time to get to know each other. I’m in a bit of a
different situation. My work is boring, but not because there’s nothing to
do; it’s just really terrible. I am our father’s assistant, but only when
he’s here. When he’s not, I report to his boss. He’s not a bad guy, but he
gives me these tedious tasks that don’t really need to get done. I swear, he
asked me to file a batch of documents last year that I just refiled last
week according to case number instead of tracking number. For an
explanation, while these two numbers are different, they only ever refer to
the same thing. One case will always have one tracking tag, and one tag will
only have one case attached to it. It doesn’t matter anyway, because
everything is electronic, and these are just for backup! That is merely one
example, and I won’t bore you with any more. Suffice to say that I would
take your job over mine any day. You may never have encountered an issue
yet, but it’s quite important, and if something does come up, you could be
instrumental in saving lives. Mine is pointless, and utterly redundant. As
far as the pictures go, you don’t have to do anything you can’t afford, or
don’t want to spend money on. I really mean that. I’ll send you one photo of
my place, but you don’t have to send anything back at all. I’m happy just to
read your words. I don’t know if I really thanked you for reaching out. A
lesser person would have suppressed their emotions about it, or at least
waited until they could wrap their minds around it. I want you to know how
brave you are for speaking up, and giving us this opportunity. Attached is
an image of my quarters, from as far back as I could step, so it would get
as much in frame as possible. What you’re not seeing is the shared lav
around the corner, and the closet that isn’t deep enough for a coat. I don’t
want to complain, though. As I’ve said, I know how fortunate I am to have
any of this.
Wishing you were here,
Condor
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