"What's wrong my son?" Steve asked, being concerned.
"I'm okay, " Michael said gesturing his elbows on top his legs.
"No you not okay, something is bothering you kid, now what is it?" Steve asked.
"No one wants to hire me anywhere, I've been trying to find a job for two years, and no one wants to hire me, I think it has something to do with me being a dumb learner, " Michael said degrading himself.
"How old are you my son?" Steve asked.
"16," Michael said.
"Listen my son, I am hearing you speak right now and I don't hear anything that sounds dumb in your speech. You are a smart boy, and sometimes it takes quite awhile to find something you strive for, don't let anyone hold you back, you just got to keep pushing, never give up, Hey kid, I am willing to offer you a job, " Steve informed.
"Really?" Michael asked, lifting his head upward and feeling exultant.
"Of course son, are you into detective works?" Steve asked.
"I don't know anything about detective work, " Michael said.
"Well, today, you are going to learn, and you are not doing any actual detective work like my men do at the station. I am offering you a gig handling case files. If you do handle the case files and put them in order for me, I will pay you 20 bucks a week, are you willing? " Steve asked.
"20 bucks a week? Sure, I'm willing to take anything right now, but I am going to need some help with handling files, " Michael said.
"Of course you do, I am going to teach you, I'm not going to send you in there alone not being experienced my son, " Steve informed.
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