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While Damon was waiting for Justine to get the account numbers for what was rightfully his money, Damon decided to get a job.
Even though he would soon receive more money than he would ever need he didn't want to sit around here for a week doing nothing.
One of his friends had given him a tip that a local TV station was looking for people to handle all the video equipment. So Damon decided to go down and get that job.
He borrowed Jamaals car and drove down to the station. When he got down there he walked up to the front desk.
"Hello, can I help you with something." Said the woman behind the desk.
"Yes, I understand that you are having interviews today for the equipment job." Damon said to the woman.
"Yes we are, just go up to the first floor and wait outside Mr. Donaldsons office and wait until he's through with the guy who's in there now, then he'll call you in." She told Damon.
"And can I get your name please." The woman asked.
"Damon." Damon told her.
"Thank you, I'll let Mr. Donaldson know that you're coming." She told Damon.
Damon then walked up to the first floor. He looked around for a bit then he saw a door with a sign that read Jeff Donaldson - Personal.
There was a chair outside the door, so Damon sat himself down. He could hear two people talking inside Donaldsons office. Then a minute later a guy came out. The guy looked disappointed, most likely he hadn't gotten the job.
Damon then heard a voice from inside Donaldsons office.
"Next." The voice said.
Damon then got up and opened the door to Donaldsons office and walked inside.
Jeff Donaldson was a white man. About 35 years old and below 6 feet tall.
When Damon walked in Donaldson got this surprise look on his face.
"Are you here for the equipment job." Donaldson asked.
"Yeah I've heard it's only a temporary job." Damon said.
"Yes it is..." Donaldson paused.
"Could you hold on for a moment." Donaldson said.
"Sure." Damon told him.
Donaldson then sat down on his chair and spun the chair around so that he wasn't facing Damon. He then took the phone and called the front desk. Donaldson actually whispered on the phone but Damon could hear a bit of what he was saying.
"Why did you send up this guy, he's black." Donaldson whispered on the phone.
"You know I don't want any blacks here." Donaldson continued on the phone.
Overhearing this Damon began to feel rather pist off. But then Donaldson put down the phone.
"Damon was it, well you see we've just hired the last guy who was in here. So we don't have any jobs for you." Donaldson told Damon.
Damon knew he was lying, but instead of beating him up for being a racist, he got another idea about how to get even with this guy.
Damon had seen a photo on Donaldson desk of his wife and daughter. The photo was recently taken because there was a recent date stamped on it. Donaldson wife must be around 35, and the daughter had to be at least 19.
"I'm sorry to hear that there are no jobs." Damon said with a grin on his face thinking about how nice it was going to be to have his wife.
"Well good bye." Donaldson said.
As Damon walked out from Donaldson office he saw another room that had a sign that read - personal records.
Damon thought to himself that Donaldsons home address would be in there. So he went up to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. This wasn't such a big problem for Damon, because he had learned to pick locks in prison.
Damon had soon picked the lock and he went inside. Inside the room there were a few cabinets with files. Damon found a cabinet with the letters A-D on it. Inside he found Donaldsons records and in them he found Donaldson home address. Damon also found out that Donaldsons wife was Laura and his daughters name was Emma. He wrote down the address on a piece of paper and then he went downstairs and then out from the building.
The rest of the day he thought up a way to get Donaldsons wife in bed, and his daughter as well.
The next day he went over to Donaldsons house and waited for him and his daughter to leave, Damon had decided to start with Laura, Donaldsons wife.
He waited for a few moments then he saw Donaldson drive away in his car, and then a few minutes later Emma, Donaldsons daughter left the house.
Damon had noticed that the next door house was for sale so he decided to act like he had just bought it and just moved in.
He walked up to Donaldsons house and rang the bell. Damon heard footsteps inside the house and a moment later Laura opened.
"Hello I'm Damon and I've just bought the house next door." Damon told Laura.
"Hi." Laura answered.
Laura looked a little surprised that it was a black man who had moved in.
"I just thought I would come over and introduce myself." Damon said.
"Oh right where are my manners, I'm Laura Donaldson." Laura said.
"Hi Laura." Damon said as they shook hands.
Lauras hand almost disappeared in Damons large black hand.
"Well can I offer you something to drink." Laura asked.
"Sure, anything you have will be fine." Damon said.
"Well come in." Laura told Damon.
Laura showed Damon into their living room and he sat down on the couch. Laura went and got Damon a drink.
"Here's your drink." Laura said as she handed the drink to Damon.
Laura was a brunette. She was wearing a blouse and a pair of baggy pants. Her body seemed to have a normal build, she was more to the thin side than fat.
Damon could tell that she a pair of big tits. She had a few buttons undone so she almost showed some nice cleavage.
"It's a nice house you've got here." Damon said.
"Thanks." Laura said with a smile.
"Wait, you have something." Damon reached over and brushed away some bread flower from Lauras shoulder.
"Oh thanks I've was baking some bread, but I'm not very good at it." Laura said laughing.
"Really, you know I'm quite good at that actually." Damon told Laura.
Damon had worked in the kitchen at the prison.
"Why don't you show me what you're baking." Damon said.
"I can't bother you with that." Laura said.
"Oh its no bother." Damon said standing up.
The two of them walked out into the kitchen where Laura had been baking the bread. Laura showed Damon a picture in a book of the bread she was trying to bake.
"They never turn out right." Laura said.
"Well you need to really kneed the dough, that's the secret." Damon told her.
"Let me show you." Damon said as he took some dough and really started to kneed it.
"Maybe I haven't kneeded it hard enough." Said Laura.