. . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . . .
As I walked out of the skyscraper, thoughts swirled around my head. Thoughts about Larry, about him claiming to have a son. I know it wasn't my business to know, but what happened to his son's mother? Was there something I was missing here? He is a super-rich billionaire, why couldn't he get someone trained in this field to take proper care of his son instead of a random person like me?
As I sat in the cab and rode back to the restaurant, I kept glancing at the card in my hand. The plain polished black card had gold letters scribbled neatly on it, letters that formed his name, his office address, and phone number.
I flicked it over and angled my chin up, watching the car's ceiling. This was insane. Offering so much money just to take care of a boy. Not that I don't need that amount, hell I wouldn't even walk away from it. But something just doesn't add up, and it hurts me that I want to take that money even though it doesn't sound right.
$500,000?! I still couldn't believe it. He sure didn't make any mistakes when he said that. How rich was he that he'd just throw his money out like that? Maybe he just loves his son too much and wants to give him the best nanny?
I sighed deeply as the restaurant came into view. Another afternoon serving customers. I knew I needed to be at the grocery store today, my boss has been understanding, giving me two days off after the day Lauren called in sick for me. James wouldn't stop coming to the restaurant to check up on me either.
Slipping the card into my jeans pocket and patting it there so as not to lose it, I walked into the restaurant. I had a couple of hours before my shift ended for the day and it all went well. I was exhausted by the end of the afternoon and that was enough push for me to pick up that card and call Gerald Larry Kensington that I'd be taking his job.
By 2:12 p.m., I was already on my way home. My grocery shift started by 4 p.m., and I needed to take a shower and maybe eat something if possible before going back to the store. As soon as I let myself into my apartment, I jumped into the shower for a quick one and hurried into my kitchen to fix myself something to eat, still clad in my towel.