A few days later, I go job hunting and soon enough find myself an opportunity in town as an accountant’s assistant.
The accountant who’s a middle-aged man looks overworked. He admits that his assistant left last week, and that he hasn’t been able to find a suitable replacement.
I guess that that explains the bags under his eyes and the mess surrounding his office.
The only fault I can find to this job opportunity, it’s the hours. I study during most of the time that requires my presence.
My phone buzzes as I am about to tell the accountant that I will take the job, my studies be damned. I know my mom cannot handle all the household’s expenses on her own.
“If you’ll excuse me for one minute,” I tell the accountant and go into a corner of his office.
“Hey,” I greet softly. “I’m
