His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 263 #Chapter 11: An Untimely Vacation

Ella

The mornings had always been my time of clarity, my beacon of hope. But not today. Two weeks had slipped by since my dismissal. Two weeks of job searching, late nights spent revising my resume, late mornings sleeping in and being awoken by the sound of my neighbors arguing or playing loud music.

I felt like a failure. A failure with convictions, maybe, but a failure. Today, I woke up tangled in a mess of bed sheets, my mind muddled with thoughts I couldn’t shake off. Groaning, I groggily crawled out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, where I flicked on the light and jumped out of fear of my own reflection.

My hair was a mess. I had dark circles under my eyes. I was starting to look a little gaunt, too, from not being able to afford halfway decent meals since Mr. Henderson fired me. The weight of Logan’s influence and the web of the Mafia in the city felt inescapable.

Even though I tried to reintegrate into another law firm, word had traveled fast, and every door seemed shut. Every conversation turned cold the moment my name came up. It was as if I were marked, and in this city, it wasn’t in a good way.

My stomach growled-a reminder that I had responsibilities beyond just my pride and ambitions. Ema felt weak, too. It was a bit concerning, to say the least. My father always said that a weak wolf was just asking to be attacked or overpowered. Underfeeding myself was a dangerous game.

My ever-loving parents had generously offered financial help when I had first moved here, but my stubborn heart had refused. They had given me so much already. Asking for money now would be like admitting that I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. That my dream of independence was just that-a fleeting dream.

now, with the stream of income gone, I found myself calculating how long I could survive on

know that I was out of a job. Whenever they called me, I skirted the subject, claiming that I was just really busy or that I was

a point when they realized that I was full of shit. Would I give in at that point and move back home, where it was safe and comfortable

there was a shred of good left in this city. There had to be at

work, then surely there was a coffee shop that would let me make drinks and keep my head down until people forgot my name. Then I

houses, and the clock’s ticks only served to add to the weight on my shoulders. I glanced outside, watching as the sun made its way higher and higher into the sky.

I decided to grab my laptop and make my way downstairs to the coffee shop across the street. There was free wi-fi there, central heating, and cheap croissants. I scrounged up some cash that I had

fifty cents,” the barista, a young man who looked a few years my

“It’s just a black coffee

The barista shrugged. “Inflation.”

my pocket, where I managed to find a few more. quarters.

and rolled his eyes.

said, shuffling over to a table. A few minutes later, I had a cardboard cup of bitter black coffee

respite. I was just taking time off of work. Yes, I

ticket I could find. The flight was scheduled for this evening, giving me just enough time to

their eyes void of emotion, stood outside. All of them

weak and far away. “Be

“I know.”

in vain to summon any shred of bravery I had left. There was none there, but I knew that

his grin unwavering. “Miss Morgan, our boss has been waiting for a