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DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 7--8
Date: 11/6/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp
... to rent it before it was snatched up. It was very small, but the rent was well within the budget for a temp agency worker, which was what Mom and Dad thought I was doing. The apartment manager was meeting me in... I checked the time and knew I'd be early. The place I hoped to rent would be where Mom could come to visit me. I was already calling it my'Mom Apartment'. A place I could trek to and meet Mom after she'd called ahead. No way would she believe I was making enough on a temp's salary to afford my spacious brownstone apartment. I was comfortably aware I could afford both apartments easily. I was also aware that not having to go home every night to my parent's house would make earning even more money possible. For some months now Marla has been offering me clients on weekends and at night. No pressure, just keeping me aware of the money I was turning down.Nice amounts of money for what I called Cinderella Dates because the night assignments all ended at midnight. Anything past that and Marla negotiated the price upwards. Way upwards... An hour later I was handed the keys to my new,newest, apartment. Tomorrow would be my nineteenth birthday and I was ready to leave the nest... Marla was thrilled to know I'd finally made the decision to move to the city when I called her from the train taking me home. She was ready to book my first Cinderella Date for Friday! "Slow down, Marla," I laughed. "Give me a few days to move some things into my Mom Apartment ...
... first." If Marla was thrilled, Mom wasn't when I told her and Dad that night over dinner and showed them the key and lease. My Mom immediately began listing all the reasons I shouldn't move out. I had free room and board under her roof, I could save more money for college faster if I decided on going. She choked up, got quiet, then bravely smiled and said she was going to be glad instead of sad. She'd had me in her nest for a whole year when all of my girlfriends from high school had already moved away or were in college. This, of course, segued to the oft-heard talk about when I was going to get a better job, go to college, meet a boy, get married, and start cranking out grandchildren for her to spoil while she was still young enough to enjoy them... "Cut me some slack, Mom! You had me when you were my age. You're still in your thirties! I think I have a few more years to give you grandkids before you're old and decrepit. Can't I just have some fun while I'm a teenager?" ****************** Four days later, I knew something was out of the ordinary when Marla texted to ask that I visit her office after my last client of the day. Usually, we communicate via phone and texts. Sometimes two, even three weeks, might pass between visits. It felt like I was being called to the Principal's office, but, unlike in High School, I couldn't think of anything I'd done wrong. In high school, I had the opposite problem. During my walk to Mrs. Owens' office, I was wondering which of the many ...