Vera's POV:Anxiety was an understatement when I received the phone call. I've been to dozens of interviews and countless verbal engagements in the past, and I always feel nervous speaking to someone who is purportedly superior to me."Yes. Yes." I make a bend toward the small cactus plant, which is in severe need of water. I hold the phone hard in both hands. "Yes. I'll be there." I try to keep the butterflies from fluttering inside my tummy.Lilly was jotting down words in her notebook on the chair across from me. She took up a chip and tossed it into her mouth while resting her elbow against the counter."Thank you for the opportunity," I added before concluding the chat. When the call ended, I flung the phone down. "I got an interview."Lilly comes to a halt in her writing, twisting the chair towards me in a perfect brow arch. "I thought I told you to rest.""I did rest!" I exclaimed, pointing to my feet's fluffy bunny socks. I jiggle it a couple times to demonstrate my ease. In a
Vera's POV: It's not surprising that everyone was staring at me. I'm a woman in her late twenties wearing a baby strap across her back. I approach the secretary, who raises an eyebrow and asks, "Are you here for the interview today?"I nodded firmly, hoping she wouldn't kick me out."Name, please," she inquired."Vera Brown," I said, shaking Marisa up and down as her small hand gripped mine. My gaze is drawn to her name badge, which reads Cheryl Yurtsever.Cheryl's smiled, a genuine and warm one. "He's a sweetheart," she said, handing me a phone number.I grab the number from her hand before leaning in, causing her eyes to widen. "She is indeed pretty," I murmured as I reached into my back pocket and slapped the bow on her head. Earlier, while I was walking in, the bow kept slipping off, so I kept it away. But now I can see why it is necessary. At the time, I was wondering if Lisa felt the same way.Cheryl put her hand in front of her lips, "That's no-"I place my finger in front of
Vera's POV:"Why do you have a baby?" Lilly rose up and approached me, her upper body bowed downward, perhaps examining the small gift in my hands. "Did you finally snap?" "Did you finally snap and kidnap a baby?""No. "I just found her."She gasped, "Holy cra-""I'm joking. "A crazy lady told me to look after Marisa while she went to take care of some business." The baby bag slumps off my shoulder including the thin strap purse. I pass Lilly the child and kick off my annoying shoes, desperate to get into my twin-size bed."It didn't work so well, did it?" Lilly inquired, sliding into the counter chair and swaying Marisa back and forth. Surprisingly, Marisa is wonderful when it comes to strangers.I shook my head and dragged my tired legs over to the couch. I buried my face on the pillow and started telling her about my day and my dramatic exit from the company. "Yeah, and then I thank them for their - are you seriously laughing?"Lilly sat up and walked slowly towards me. Due to t
Vera's POV:Lilly sat on the couch in front of us, her fingers pressed against her brow. She stared at us, breathed, and then looked down. Lisa and I were kneeling on the floor because we were too scared to sit on the couch with her. Marisa was lying down on the ground.We didn't say anything after Lisa told Lilly about her abusive ex-husband. She didn't want Marisa to grow up in that kind of atmosphere, so she placed Marisa temporarily in my care, which was completely irresponsible, while she faced him.Marisa began rolling around on the floor, laughing as she raised her legs. She nibbles on her socks with her toothless mouth open. The sight makes us all happy."We got two beds and a couch, but we need to get a crib for Marisa since it isn't safe for her to sleep beside us," Lilly went on to say.I leapt to my feet and embraced her. "Why is your heart so big?""Hey! Where is my pricey ramen? You messaged me that you got the job!" she beams.Lisa cupped her hand over her mouth, a few
Vera's POV: I blinked a few times, feeling the sun soak into my lids. I sat up, groaning and extending my sore back, to see Lisa and Lilly preparing breakfast.Marisa crawled on top of me, and I groaned some more. "I'm not ready for the day.""Fine. Then you don't have to eat Lisa's delicious quesadilla."I turn my head in her direction. "Quesadilla, count me in."We sat around the island, eating quesadillas. I look up to see Lisa feeding Marisa, who spits up the milk all the time. She sighs as she wipes Marisa's cheeks.Lilly set her quesadilla down. "Today, we will go purchase a baby crib and a few items for Marisa."Lisa lowered her head and set the bottle down. "I-I don't have any money.""I have some in my savings," I announced before Lilly could respond. "We can use that.""Didn't you say your workplace has childcare?" Lilly inquired."Yes!" I promptly replied. We can have them look after Marisa there during the day for free!" In the past, I didn't understand the appeal of free
Vera's POV:As I exited the bus, Bob assisted me in carrying the stroller. He leans forward and waves at Marisa. "Have a good day."She screamed out in sobs, prompting me to freeze for a moment. "Why are you crying?" I unbuckle her belt and grab her. Bob raised his arm and smelled his armpit. "I apologize. "Do I stink?"I rock Marisa over my shoulder before reaching for the milk bottle in the back, hoping she's just hungry. Marisa sucks against the tip right away, and I sigh, "She's probably just hungry." She refused to drink Lisa's milk this morning."Bob exhales and nods before wiping his brow with his sleeve. "Have a good day at work," he remarked as he jumped into the bus. I smile and close the door as I wave to Bob. The bus soon vanishes around the bend, along with the other soul-sucking corporate workers.I exhale and set Marisa down, fasten her up, and walk her into the company. Marisa sits there, her eyes still teary, her cheeks sucking on the bottle. The bottle falls, and I
Vera's POV: I dashed over to my assigned desk and rummaged through it for the phone. When I saw a black phone I swiped across the screen and dialed number one."Hello, my name is Moonbucks. "How can I assist you?""Hi. My name is Vera, and I'm Ms. Baker's new inter- I mean assistant. I'd like to or-""The coffee is coming right up," he cut me short. "Come downstairs and pick it up right now." The phone call ended.I dashed out the door after hearing Becca yell one of the many nicknames she bestows on me. I was crying in my head, wondering what I had gotten myself into.My heels were hurting my feet as I stumbled around the coffee shop. I took tiny breaths, aware of everyone's staring. "I'm the new intern/assistant of Ms.Bake-" I gasp when the guy turns around, recognizing it was one of my upstairs neighbors, "You."He smiles, "Oh, hello there, mama."If my cheeks weren't already burning, it would have been by his nickname, "I'm no- oh, nevermind. Where's the coffee."He raised it up
Vera's POV:Some things never seem to change.Here are a few instances:First of all, Sam Thompson still has a great appearance thanks to his perfectly combed back hair, which accentuates his tanned complexion.Second, Sam's friends are still attractive fools who don't care about other people.Three, my heart continues to beat for him. my ex-husband."Bro," Jackson called out, nudging Mauricio with his elbow. "The baby is white."Mauricio makes a crude move, narrowing his eyes and bending closer to Marisa. Who says you can breathe the same air as my fake baby? "I don't know... Jack...Perhaps—" He paused and then turned to face me. "He is Matt's baby."Matt was standing there with his hands in his pockets and a bit of gum in his mouth when Jack and Mauricio turned to face him. He gives up chewing. "Not my baby."Sam continued to gaze at me.The workers' light banter and the sound of their shoes were the only sounds that strolled between us. Every now and then someone would dart over to