The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I rushed down the stairs in a very dramatic fashion but in truth the lift would
probably have been faster. Waiting for the next tram, the right tram, your tram
when you’re in a hurry is beyond frustrating. Sometimes nothing happens. It’s
empty, it’s quiet and the minutes tick by, the promised arrival doesn’t come and
as you watch buses sail by you curse not choosing the bus. You know at the
same time though that if you make your way over to the bus stop that the tram
will pull up and you’ll be cursing again.
Finally I made it back to my office and I was excited about seeing my brother,
younger or older I didn’t care, it was just wonderful that he came. My racing
heart stopped cold when I saw Marvin, Elly’s brother, with his feet up on my
desk getting biscuit crumbs all over my floor. I slowly walked into my office
and he smiled.
“Nice office.” He spluttered and I was covered in cookie debris.
“Yes it’s mine. How can I help you?” I knew a lot of ways I could help him but
I wasn’t sure how many were legal or would be supported by Elly.
“I am here for my work.” He stated.
“You don’t work here though. Oh do you have another job?” I said hopefully.
“No you said you get me job. I work with you. Partner.”
Partner?