To: Stephen James
From: Harriet Tubman
Stephen,
Wow, well that certainly didn't make my depressing Thanksgiving any better. I appreciate your directness, but saying you "hate" working with me seems a bit over the top. You honestly hate me? That certainly is going to be awkward, given my close relationship with Donna. And then to use such stern words with me, in my time of despair?
If anything, I should be the one complaining to you. Please explain this new partner that you mentioned in your previous email... You lectured me about discussing this with other persons, and then you turned around and did the same thing. Is this person going to get a cut of my funds?
Now, regarding the trip to London... It seems like you don't want me to visit your office, which is concerning to me. Why are you so concerned with whether or not I can afford to travel to London? Need I remind you - I will be millions of Dollars/Yen/ etc... richer very soon. That being said, I will consider your proposal of not traveling to London, but I need you to send me Twinings tea, as I am fresh out. Is that something you are willing to do?
I don't mean to get snippy, but you must understand that Howie's death is really taking a toll on me. He was a special dog, and part of a very rare breed; the Mandel. Please try to see this from my perspective.
-HT
Additional Thoughts:
In my fake grief, I snapped a little bit at Stephen. Poor guy. This was also my opportunity to forge together the name of “Howie Mandel”. And bless his heart - Stephen had no idea.