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Author P.O.V. Mrs. Jones got tired of waiting, if he needed money from me, why does he have to keep me waiting? Hope he isn't trying to fool me into giving him money and still keep me here. Why do I have this strange feeling that he knows me or he was sent by someone who knows me? Suddenly, the door flung open and the tape was removed from her mouth. I am sorry I kept you waiting, I had something important to attend to down there, you know having a library isn't child's play. "Can you believe that the almighty Mr. Escobar walked into my library for the first time in his life, he needed a book urgently, but to his utmost dismay, another lady also needed the same book, if not that I intervened, forget it he might have ended up hurting her". "Where did we stop?" "Wait, you mean you are a driver and also a librarian?" Mrs. Jones asked. "Yeah, I am, back to my question, where did we stop?". "The transfer, the transfer", Mrs. Jones stuttered. He laughed, "Be calm lady, I am awar