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.

barely covered my expenses. And now, with the stream of income gone, I found myself

parents didn’t even 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 working on

of shit. Would I give in at that point and move back home, where

a shred of good left in this city. There had to be at least one law firm, however tiny, that still held onto its beliefs and wasn’t

that would let me make drinks and keep

watching as the sun made its way higher and higher into the sky. It was officially lunchtime, and I

wi-fi there, central heating, and cheap croissants. I scrounged up some cash that I had lying around the apartment and made my way over, shivering

a young man who looked a

Six dollars?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide. “It’s just a black coffee and a single

The barista shrugged. “Inflation.”

my pocket, where I managed to find a few more. quarters. But I was one quarter short. “I only have $6.25,”

hands and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re holding

a cardboard cup of bitter black coffee and a stale croissant in my hand. It tasted like shit,

a vacation-a brief respite. I was just taking time off of work.

to search for flights, settling for the cheapest ticket I could find. The

ran cold. Several men, their eyes void of emotion, stood outside. All of them

weak

“I know.”

and tried in vain to summon any shred of bravery I had left. There was none there, but I knew that the men wouldn’t be going away anytime

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