Personal Narrative: The Criminal Justice System

The police said it was a robbery and that my father car was found stripped and left up on blocks. My father was barely hanging on for dear life when one of the attorneys from his old job came to tell me that his disability would now be cut off because there would be no way to tell if his injuries was from the job or from the robbery. Oh, but if that wasn’t adding salt to an already open wound, Mack Cannoli arrived to ask me how was I going to pay my father’s debt now that he can’t. What the man had offered as a way to help pay the debt had me taking a swing at him, but his men stopped me. Luckily, the police officer who was investigating the robbery walked in. I was calling them loan sharks and that my father was on his way to pay
I had enough money saved up to pay for a lawyer to fight and win against those greedy bastards trying to stop my father’s disability and had even won some compensation for them causing me pain and suffering and for my attorney’s fees. I took that check and gave it directly to the hospital. My father was still in bad shape, and it was going to be a long hard journey, but on the mend. The people at the hospital were kind enough to transport him to my graduation at no cost. I knew once I start working at the Trystan’s Corporation, I would be able to pay for his care. Once again, just as everything was looking to go my way, it had changed once again. I had stopped into the Trystan’s Corporation the day after my graduation to see if they had a schedule for when I was to start their new young executive’s program. I was told that it would start in about two weeks and that I should be made aware that it was against company policy to have a family member working under me. I thought it seemed strange for her to say this to me and asked her why would she bring something like that to my attention? For some reason alarm bells rang inside my head and my temper flared. Sometimes I hate it when I’m right, and this was one of
The man with Mr. Lang invited me to have lunch with them to make sure I wouldn’t change my mind about becoming a young executive. Whoever this man with Mr. Lang with had to be someone important and not the kind of person you made your apologies to when you turn them down. However I was in jeans and a t-shirt with my college crest on it. Before I had a chance to explain myself, the man took my hand a wrapped it around his arm and started walking me to the door. He made his apology for being so forward and introduced himself. He was Edmond Trystan, the owner of the Trystan Corporation and thought to doubly make sure I would come to work for him. He was going to give me a graduation present. I walked into a restaurant I would never imagine to ever see the inside and had a complete executive wardrobe on its way to my house after the alterations were