She showed me the message.
“Remember our agreement. Don’t make things too easy for him.”
“Georgia, what exactly did I agree to?”
She sighed. “Something my father thinks is brilliant.”
She showed me the message.
***
I’d started working for Sheldon when I was 19.
His company supplied restaurants and grocery stores with food packaging and cleaning products.
I needed that job more than he probably realized.
My mom, Denise, was raising my younger sister, Janelle, alone.
I needed that job.
Money was always tight, so I gave Mom part of every paycheck for groceries, utilities, and whatever Janelle needed for school.
I never showed up late.
I never called out unless I absolutely had to.
And if Sheldon asked me to stay an extra hour, I did.
Within a year, I’d become the employee he trusted with everything from deliveries to closing up at night.
I never showed up late.
