The CEO's Reluctant Escort

Chapter 3

I was born to Andrew and Milia Scott. I was no doubt a beautiful, strong, and hardworking child. First out of two children, I never live for myself.

My father deserted me at only five years old while my mother was only two months pregnant with my younger sister Olivia, which then drove our mother into drug abuse and drunkenness.

In no time, I soon lost her at childbirth. After which I and Olivia were sent to foster homes.

Growing up, we shuffled between homes owing to my sister's congenital defects. After 9 homes, we were adopted into Saddam's family, where we were allowed to keep our family name as a sign of respect.

This Arab family helped offer Olivia the best treatment money could buy and sponsored me through high school and into university. Our new parents traveled a lot, taking me along with them on their travels around the world

Two years into the University of Maryland Global Campus, I soon had to take up the responsibility for myself and my younger sister after I lost them to a plane crash.

I applied for several student loans and undertook several side jobs to survive in school and also meet up with my sister's medical bills.

Oliver Scott was a brunette beauty with several growths and cognitive defects owing to our mother's poor decision.

Although five years younger than me, she looked more like a mid-school student at age seventeen.

Shorter than her peers, she suffered from dwarfism. She lacked a coherent speech pattern and intelligence. These factors were what accounted for her being enrolled in the Angel's Care home, where she could only be visited on Wednesdays and Sundays.

It's Wednesday so I am preparing to go visit her, this time, to gist about everything. It will probably going to be a long chat, but hey, I got the whole day.

I had called in a favor or two from the staff at my three jobs, telling them that I was going to explain on arrival. I couldn't call in sick cause I wasn't, but still, I wasn't in the slightest ready to tell them.

On hearing this, they were all willing to help. Besides, who wouldn't want me to owe them one?

I made my way to the train station while listening to music through my earphones. I have already returned the bike to the rentals so the only means of transportation is my pair of beautiful legs equipped with my go-to Addidas shoes.

I had planned my day. First on my to-do list was visiting my sister, followed by stopping at the grocery store for some groceries. Then, at the tech store for some stationeries and gadgets with the money Jones helped me to save.

I was grateful to Jones for stepping up to pay for my bills at the store the day before, and in return, I looked forward to honoring his invitation to eat out.

Anyways, I got more to talk to Olivia about and that just gave me more joy.

Olivia had been stuck at Angel's home since she was nine years old. She didn't have the opportunity to interact with the outside world like me, her older sister.

Although still slow at comprehension and speech, Olivia has a full grasp of sign language which makes communication easier. To be honest, I'm not really that good with sign language but I love talking to my sister so I didn't mind the fact that it was quite challenging to communicate with her because all I cared about is to have a quality time with her.

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After a 30-minutes train ride, I stopped along the way to get some of her favorite junk food.