"I DON'T think it's a good idea, Av," I said with a grimace.
I mean, anything that has to do with working any where near Zeke, especially being under his beck and call, is close to being a disaster. And I don't think I would appreciate being bossed around by him. No, definitely not a good idea.
"Why not?" Avon, my ever dearest manager, asked curiously over the phone. "You need a job, you want to work as close to your racing career, and you will be hitting two birds with one stone on this one," she even explained with practicality.
Yes, she's right, I admit wryly. Gusto kong magtrabaho dahil alam kong hindi habang buhay ipagpapatuloy ko ang pagiging professional car racer ko. I only have a goal. At kapag naabot ko iyon, then perhaps I'll move on—like how Zeke had.
Pero hanggang maaari,
