Page 21 of Vows In Corruption

I feel my eyes budge all the while all it feels as if I stopped breathing. And that feeling intensifies when my eyes scan over the subject line.

A straight to the point subject line.

Welcome to the team.

Holy shit.

I got the job.

I got the fucking job!

My fingers can’t move fast enough as I click on the email and read through the contents of it a total of four times.

It’s an official offer.

Lane Enterprises sent me, Ella Vincent, an official offer to work at their company.

I must be dreaming.

To make sure I’m not, I pinch my thigh and when the pain radiates in the spot, I know I’m wide awake.

“Holy crap. I did it.”

Instead of jumping for joy like I did in the kitchen earlier with Charlie to celebrate, I let the few tears that are stinging my eyes, fall.

I needed this.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I really needed this job. Sure, it seems like it’s entry level, but the pay is good and the benefits are even better and if I wanted Charlie to continue to stay with me, I needed something like this to come to me.

Now it has.

I got the job.

But now, I have to make sure I’m the best damn assistant that I can be, because I cannot afford to loose it.

Especially if I want Charlie to stay under my roof and be able give her the best life that I can.

6

BENNETT

“Can I go to work with you today instead of school?” The question comes from the stool next to me as I finish up my breakfast.

Today is one of those rare mornings, that I don’t leave the house before seven in the morning in hopes that I’m able to catch an investor over in Europe before they finish up their work day. I try to have these late mornings as often as I can, especially since Drake is the only one of his siblings that is living at house full time. Now that the CEO title is close to being on my head, I’m trying to get in as many late mornings as I can before the job consumes me.

I turn slightly to look over at my nephew as he slurps up the remainder of his milked soaked cereal.

“Why the hell would you want to go to work with me?” I say, and as soon as the question leaves my mouth, the ten year old turns to look at me like he caught me stealing one of Henry’s cookies from the baking sheet.

“That’s five dollars in the swear account, please.” Drake almost signs out the words.

I roll my eyes and take out my phone there and then to transfer five dollars into one of the many savings accounts that I have for the kids that was so infamously labeled as the swear account a few days after they arrived on my doorstep.

You would think after ten years, I would have figured out not to swear when the kids are around, but apparently not. I still get caught and depending on the words, a certain dollar amount gets deposited into the account.

I’m positive that by the time that Drake reaches college, there will be a few million in the swear account.

After moving the money over, I show the kid so that he can verify that I did indeed deposit money. When he gives me a nod, I can’t help roll my eyes again.

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