Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
Coming out of the company after another interview, Grace could not help but give a wry smile.
She thought she was mentally prepared and was even willing to work as a rider with no basic salary, which some companies had, but even then, she was turned down.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Grace found a small restaurant by the side of the road and ordered a bowl of noodles that cost ten dollars.
This was already the cheapest bowl of noodles in the shop.
There was also an old television set in the shop. The news was playing on the TV and it was replaying yesterday’s news. Grace listened casually at first, only to look up sharply at the mentioning of a familiar company.
It was… the company where she first interviewed for the rider job. It was also their boss who called Jason and told him about her interview.
Jason had previously said he wanted to get rid of the company.
Now, the news said that the company was facing a capital chain rupture. The money that was earmarked for investment was suddenly canceled, and many civilians who partook in the company’s private financing were protesting in front of the reporters.
Grace watched and was secretly horrified.
Did Jason do this? He could make a promising company turn into such a mess in just a few days?
If so, then Jason was indeed capable. If not, then… Were there such things as coincidences?
Grace thought as she ate her noodles. Suddenly, she felt something clutching her shin. She looked down and saw a little boy around 3 years old, dressed in some dirty old clothes. Even so, he was a beautiful child with delicate features and fair, soft skin. She could not help but want to pinch his chubby cheeks that only children had.
Right now, the little one’s dark, round eyes were looking straight at her.
Grace looked strangely at the little boy before looking around. It was now lunchtime and there were several tables occupied. For a moment, she did not know which table the child was from.
She picked him up, only to find his eyes staring straight at the noodles in front of her.
“Why, do you want some noodles?” she asked.
However, the little boy seemed unresponsive as he ignored her, his eyes still fixed on the bowl of noodles.
Just as she was about to ask around, a modestly dressed woman in her 30s rushed up to her, apologetically saying, “I’m sorry my son bothered you. It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on him. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
The woman apologized profusely.
Grace recognized the woman as the cashier of this restaurant.
She saw her when she ordered her noodles.
She heard the man in front of her calling the woman ‘boss’ earlier. She did not expect her to be the little boy’s mother.
“He didn’t bother me much. Your son is cute,” said Grace. “However, he seems to crave noodles. He keeps staring at it.”
“If you give him noodles, he may or may not eat it. He just likes to join in the fun,” the woman said and started to gesticulate with both hands in front of the little boy.
Grace was stunned and immediately noticed what the woman was doing… Sign language!
“He…” she blurted.
The woman said, “He can’t hear, but he already knows some sign language, so he understands simple gestures.”
The woman said and continued to slowly say, “Apologize to Aunty,” while signing.
Then, Grace saw the little boy bow in her direction as if to express his apology.
Grace could not help rubbing the little boy’s head. He was so young, but he could not hear. Was all the sound in this world non-existent to him?
The woman carried the little boy away while Grace continued to eat her noodles, but it left her with a heavy heart.
when out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a job posting on the door.
They were looking for riders to deliver takeouts.
Grace then turned around and headed to the cashier desk, asking the boss, “Are you looking for riders?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Well… Can I apply?” Grace asked.
The boss looked at Grace, a little confused. “As a rider?”
“Can’t I?”
“No, it’s just that you’re still young. Women your age usually don’t want hard jobs like riders,” said the boss.
“It’s hard enough for me to have a job, I…” Grace hesitated a little and told her truthfully, “I’ve been to prison and I have a criminal record. It’s hard to find a job when that car accident killed someone. If possible, I want this job.”
When Grace said she had been to jail, the boss’ eyes flickered a little and she seemed a little surprised. “However, the salary is fixed. You’ll deliver food during rush hours and when you’re not delivering food, you’ll have to help out in the restaurant. You’ll only get 4,000 dollars a month. Would you like to do it? However, I’ll provide you with two meals a day-lunch and dinner. You’ll start work at 9.30 am and finish at 9 pm. The hours are also longer.”
For Grace, 4,000 dollars was nearly double of what she used to earn as a sanitation service worker. As for hard work, it would be nothing when one’s survival was in question.
“Sure!” Grace said immediately.
The boss looked at Grace and smiled as she said, “Then you can come to work tomorrow. We have an electric bike for deliveries.
You don’t have to buy an electric bike if you don’t have one. Just use the one we have.”
“Thank you!” Grace said gratefully. “I’ll be here on time tomorrow.”
She did not expect her job hunting to take a new turn.
“By the way, my name is Kyla Corbyn. You can call me Kyla. What’s your name?” the boss asked.
“I’m Grace. Kyla, you can just call me Grace,” said Grace, and all at once, it seemed as if the gloom in her eyes was dispelled.
Kyla Corbyn looked at Grace, her eyes flickering.
Grace left after leaving her name and contact information. A woman in her 50s went over to Kyla Corbyn. “What were your talking about with that woman?”
“She just applied to be our food delivery rider, and I agreed to let her come to work tomorrow,” said Kyla Corbyn.
“A woman her age applying to be a rider? There must be something wrong with her. Don’t girls like her usually get an office job?” This rider job paid low wages, and only people in their 50s were asking about it these days. However, they resented the low pay and long hours, so they refused to join.
“She has a criminal record for killing someone with her car,” said Kyla Corbyn. “I think she’s nice. She was kind to Nelson, so I don’t think she’s a bad person. The car crash must have been an accident.”
“You!” Upon hearing this, Mrs. Corbyn could not help scolding, “Haven’t you suffered enough? Why do you trust people so record work here. If she killed someone while delivering orders, are we supposed to pay on her behalf?”
Kyla Corbyn sighed. “Mom, I just want to give her a chance. It seems to me that she really needs the job.”
“A chance? Didn’t they give you a chance? Nelson still needs to cure his ear, and we’re short of money!” Mrs. Corbyn said angrily.
Kyla Corbyn gave a wry smile and said, “It’s exactly because no one gave me a chance before that I… want to give her a chance all the more. After all… I’ve been to prison too.”
Mrs. Corbyn could not help sighing at this and said nothing more.
Her daughter’s sentence to jail had been their family’s pain until now!
In the evening, Grace said to Jason, “Well… I’ve got a job, but I’m afraid I’m going to finish work late and disturb you, so… I think it might be better for me to move back to the rental house.”
Jason raised his eyebrows slightly. “Are you trying to move out again?”
Not move out, but move back. His choice of words made it seem as if this was her home.
However, a giant mansion like Reed Residence would never become her home.
Grace hope your lover agrees to your present job otherwise another company will go down
Thanks for this story..gaining insights on freedom and commitment!