Chapter 8: Taking It Slow
"Vicky... You don't have any money with you, right? That's what has got you so worried right now, no?"
Vicky raised her brows at my question, a little displeased.
But then she sighed, her shoulders slumped down, and her eyes became downcast. "Yes. I have just $100 with me. Though I have some savings in the bank, they are barely $5000. I... I don't know how we are going to survive on that meager money. I'll try to find a job, but in a completely new town or city and with my qualifications, finding a job, even a part-time one, isn't easy."
She then looked at me and curiously asked, "But I noticed you don't seem worried. You have enough savings to tide this disaster over?"
I didn't answer her question, and instead, looking into her eyes, I said in a low but clear voice,
"Vicky, we have known each other for a long time and are basically like family. So, don't, even for a moment, think I'm trying to take advantage of your situation or anything, alright?"
Vicky's pupils constricted in confusion, and she looked at me without saying anything, waiting for me to come to the point.
I continued, "I have an offer for you that, if you accept, you won't have to worry about your and Felicity's future."
"Oh?" Surprised, she couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"