Chelsea stepped on her feet heavily. She still felt annoyed over the unpleasant incident this morning. Why could there be a man like him who suddenly offered such a job?
Chelsea is not a wealth-mad woman whos to the point of dropping her self-esteem, even though the salary given is very tempting, and she did it for her family, whose economy is less able.
However, that could never change the principle of her life, and she still had to turn down the job.
Just a few steps away, she arrived at her house, but some peoples noise had already caught her attention.
It must have been the voice of the people involved in debt problems with her father. Its straightforward to guess.
No one wants to visit her house beside the loan sharks to collect the fathers debts.
Moreover, there were a lot of people, between 3-4 people, who made Chelsea annoyed.
Cant only one person collect the debt?
No, not out of shame. Chelsea no longer cared about shame or prestige. It had all become everyday things for Chelsea. Insults from neighbors and insults from loan sharks are common she receives.
It was just that Chelsea was very sick of hearing the loan sharks babbling. Noisy and disturbing the atmosphere, she thought.
She didnt dare go any further. She was waiting behind a tree near her house, about the distance from two more places to her home. Chelsea kept an eye on what the loan sharks were doing on the terrace of her house.
Her mother was begging there. It made her heart like sliced a sharp knife. Her father was in debt, but her mother had to bear the burden.
Her father is old enough and often sickly to deal with the loan sharks.
As she watched the mother, the sound of a cell phone from inside her bag suddenly shifted Chelseas focus. She opened her purse and immediately picked up the phone call without first seeing the callers name.
"How? Still dont want to accept a job from me?"
Chelsea said nothing yet, but a voice from across there, which she was familiar with because
she had only met that person already this morning.
She met the annoying and strange man, who made her mood today shattered, plus what she had just witnessed in her home.
"What do you want?" Chelsea turned around, asking like a challenge.
"Like I said earlier. I dont like to repeat my words, and I hope you understand that."
Pip!
The man decided to call unilaterally.
How did the man know what was going on in her house? Chelsea wondered to herself. Is that guy spying on her now?
Chelsea didnt want to bother. She put her phone back in her purse. It seemed like the people in her house were gone when she answered the phone earlier.
She ventured to step towards her house. She felt her mother was not okay now, judging by her expression when facing those persons.
Sure enough, she had just arrived in front of her house and saw the mother sobbing. Chelsea immediately approached and hugged her mother tightly.
"Im sorry, Mom." She fell into tears, unable to see her helpless mother like this.
Feeling that her daughter was crying too, Chelseas mother suddenly stopped her crying and pushed Chelseas embrace.
"What are you talking about?" asked Chelseas mother, her voice firmly back as usual.
"Im sorry, Mom," she said, apologizing again even though she didnt know what fault she had. "Chelsea has already got a job. Now Chelsea will make this family happy again like she used to."
"Mom and Dad arent pushy, dear. If you still havent found a job, thats okay. Theres no need to be forced." Her mother then smiled. She moved her mothers hands to wipe away the tears still dripping, wetting her daughters cheeks.
"No, Chelsea has actually found a job," he replied quickly.
"Good then," Chelseas mother said, grateful for the excellent news her daughter had said. Then the mother brought Chelsea into the house and led her to sit on the sofa. "What job?"
"In the office, Mom," Chelsea replied while glancing around, avoiding eye contact with her mother.
"How can it be?"
Her mother was quite suspicious of Chelseas answer because it seemed strange for a high school graduate to be accepted to work in the office. At least just getting a job as a
shopkeeper has been very lucky for high school graduates like Chelsea.
"Dont lie, Chelsea. Mom doesnt like it," pressed her mother, trying to get Chelsea to tell the truth.
"If mom doesnt believe me, I can call my boss now," Chelsea challenged.
The girl pulled out her phone from her bag, looking for a number that had contacted her moments ago.
Silence for a few moments, until a few minutes, later only heard the sound of the connection that was not lifted.
Chelsea didnt give up. She called the number again the third time, and finally, the man picked up her call as well.
Chelsea turned on the loudspeaker button so the mother could hear it.
"Whats—" The man hadnt had time to answer the call. Chelsea had already preceded him.
"Hello, sir. My mother couldnt believe I was accepted to work in your office. Can you help to speak to my mother so she can believe?"
"What are you talking about?" replied the man across the phone, feeling strange about Chelseas sentences.
"Chelsea..." Her mothers voice interrupted.
"Wasnt it you who offered me a job because your office was short of employees, right?" She continued her sentences, now with a hardened voice.
In fact, across there can hear her voice without the need to harden such a voice.
Starting to understand the situation, the man there followed Chelseas game. "Ah yeah, you... give the phone to your mother."
Hearing that, Chelsea immediately gave her phone to her mother, telling her mother to hold her own.
"Its true, maam. We do need many employees in our office, and I happen to meet your daughter. It seems she is quite smart. So, I offered her a job," the man explained.
"Please dont come late tomorrow. Maximum, seven oclock must arrive at the office. Wearing neat and polite clothes because I need to interview even further," Leo ordered like a boss.
Smart to act. It seemed like Leo was better suited to being an actor than a young CEO. Likewise with Chelsea, who initially insisted on rejecting the job. But look now, she forces
Leo to help her.
"W-well, sir, thank you for accepting my daughter," Chelseas mother replied nervously, still confused by what happened.
Chelseas mother didnt want to think much, so she returned the phone to her daughter. Chelsea received her phone and immediately turned off the call, which was one-sided.
Her mother was surprised at her daughters behavior. She looked at Chelsea with both eyeballs wide open. "Chelsea! How dare you close the call without your bosss permission?"
"Ah, that... I, I didnt intentionally," Chelsea replied with a stammer, confused for an excuse.
At the same time, Chelsea hung up because she didnt want the man to further babble and divulge what happened this morning.
"Mom is only afraid if your boss, Chelsea, later complicates you. What if tomorrow your boss gets furious at you for hanging up the phone all of a sudden?" asked Chelseas mother, looking so worried about her daughter.
"No, Mom. Just calm down. Ill apologize to him tomorrow," she said lightly.
"By the way, it looks like your boss is still young," guessed her mother.
"Indeed, he looks my age. But Im not sure if his real age is that young," Chelsea replied, followed by a laugh.
"You!" Her mother hit Chelseas arm, venting her upset at her daughters mischievous nature.
Chelsea likes to joke and make someone her jokes, but not in front of her person directly. Because otherwise, Chelsea could have been beaten up, especially if that person was the young Master of the Alexander family.
Did Chelsea know that the man who had made her mood shatter this morning was the famous young Master of her country?
Perhaps even though Chelsea knew, Chelsea didnt care. She only knew how to make her family happy again, like she used to.
She is free from her fathers debt and always makes her mother happy to forget the disease she suffered.
She also realized her young sisters dream to study abroad, regardless of her dream of continuing college in German.