Page 1 of Daddy's Little Worker
CHAPTER 1
FRANKIE
“Can you come in today for the interview?” Noah asked. “Let’s say in thirty minutes?”
Frankie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Today was not a good day. She felt like her whole body was vibrating on the inside. On the outside, it wasn’t. Anyone looking at her would have told her it wasn’t.
But she knew it was. She felt it.
“Frankie?” His voice gentled. “Are you there? Are you okay?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered.
“Can you make it to the club in thirty minutes, or do you need more time?” he asked.
She looked around the room like the answer would magically appear in front of her. Could she make it to the club in half an hour?
“I s-should be able to,” she muttered.
“What was that?”
Frankie closed her eyes and cursed in her head. Why couldn’t she just talk like a normal person? Why couldn’t she be a normal person?
She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. “I sh-should be able to get th-there in thirty min-minutes,”
Frankie desperately wanted her a different life. She didn’t want to stand out from everyone so much that they looked at her and whispered to one another. It was exhausting.
“Great! Do you know where the club is located?” Noah asked. “I can message you the address if you don’t. Or I could have someone pick you up.”
She sucked in a breath and shook her head. She did not want anyone to come to her house. She didn’t want them to know where she lived or how bad the neighborhood was. It She didn’t live in the safest area, but she was saving up for a better place.
Frankie had been wanting to move for three years now, but she wasn’t anywhere closer to relocating than she was when she first started. It was hard trying to save up money when her medicine was so expensive. Frankie had been diagnosed with Essential Tremor. It wasn’t something she’d had expected to have, but she was trying to not let it dictate her life.
How was that going?
Not well.
Not well at all.
It seemed like Essential Tremor was taking over her life and dictating every little thing she did. She couldn’t go out and eat at her favorite restaurant or fast food place because every single penny she earned went toward her medicine.
Not having insurance was slowly killing her. Medicine was expensive, and she couldn’t hold down a job long enough for the medical insurance to come through.
“Frankie?” Noah asked. “Are you all right? Do you need me to come get you?”
“No, I’m okay!” she rushed out.
She kept zoning out while on the phone with him. Something she was trying to work on, but she couldn’t help it. Frankie livedin her head most of the time. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t hold down a job long. She was always getting distracted.
She thought about all sorts of things. Like how the interaction with her boss was going to go. Or how she was going to confront her neighbor when she got home about the noise they constantly made late at night that disturbed her sleep. How they would yell at her and slam the door when they got angry and were finished speaking.
She never spoke to her neighbor, afraid they would yell at her. Frankie couldn’t cope with being shouted at. It stressed her out, and she didn’t need any more stress in her life.
“Are you sure?” Noah asked. “I can come pick you up if you need me to. I don’t mind.”
“I’m okay, sir,” she whispered. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
Frankie hung up before she thought it through and looked at her phone in horror.
