Guardian Angel- Chapter two: The Depression cases of Sue White and Guy

A bone-chilling scream could be heard along the dark corridors of East Hampton Hospital: A girlish scream, a Half-Swiss scream. The "owner" of that scream was heading towards the office of Staff-Liaison officer Sue White.

Guy ran clutching his letter towards Sue White's door. As soon as he reached it, a piece of scribbled paper greeted him saying: F OFF! Guy was taken back but decided to enter anyways. That mad Scotch cant stop Guy Secretan he thought.

The room was dark and cold. The once vibrant Sue was now slumped in her chair with her head face down on the desk. On the desk were piled many cups of tea still not drunken and floor was covered in smashed glass. In a corner was a picture of her boyfriend. Guy stepped over the glass and looked at the woman's hair.

The bugger must have dumped her he thought and tapped her head to see if she was alive. A puffed up face rose from the table

"Can't you read you wankpot? F OFF!!!!" she shouted. Guy ran out and closed the door. Sue returned to the desk and began to cry.

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Guy ran as far as he could and entered the clothing cupboard that he always locked himself in (of course until the 'accident') and started to read the letter that was still scrunched in his sweaty hands:

Marco & associates

Barcelona

Spain

Dear Mr. Secretan

I am sorry and regret to tell you that a client of mine, Miss Adelita Rey passed away earlier this year. Her funeral was held in Barcelona one week ago with 500 people attending.

The reason of why I tell you this information is because of the contents of the will which you have received the most of. Her final wish was for you to accept the money she had saved and the two cars she owned.

Along with these things, she also gave you, Mr. G V Sercretan, legal custody of her 13 year old daughter Lolita. She will come to live with you in England. Do not worry, she speaks fluent English.

I shall talk to you further in details in two days time when you become Lolita's legal guardian. Until then I give you all the best wishes.

Yours truly,

Ms. Camila Marco

Guy was shaking

"A one night shag with some Spanish tart and this! How did she get 500 people attending her funeral? Probably that huge family of hers. What was she thinking of giving me her daughter? I haven't even got a house yet! What the hell will I do with a 13 year old! Maybe she can sleep in one of the cars…" Guy thought out loud. He continued to consider the problem at hand until Mac and Caroline entered the room. Guy quickly hid behind an outfit.

"Guy? Are you okay? We know your in here. We heard you voice…"Caroline said. Bollocks! Mac began searching the rows and found a lump in the line

"Ah hah!" he said and pulled a couple of outfits off to reveal Guy trying to stand straight.

"Are you alright?" Caroline said as she walked down the row

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He shouted and left quickly At least you guys don't have a teenager to look after! he thought as he strided down the corridor.