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Work had been kicking my ass this week. I swear I loved my job, and I put in a lot of hard work to get into my career, but sometimes there were certain clients that had me ready to walk out and never come back. Everybody thought that as a financial advisor I was just sitting on my ass in an office all day, enjoying life. I mean, I was sitting on my ass in an office all day for the most part, but rarely was I ever enjoying it. There was too much legal bullshit I had to deal with at the ass crack of dawn every day, and too many rich pricks I had to micromanage. Like I said, I loved my job, but my patience was entirely too thin some days.
After my last client of the day, I wasted no time locking my office up and leaving the building. The one upside to my career — I had an amazing work-life balance. It took a while to get here, but I had been doing financial advising for almost 18 years. I worked at a private firm, took on my own clientele, set my own hours, and made a shit ton of money handling other people's finances. I could honestly come and go as I pleased, and right now, I was happy to go.
As soon as I made it to my car, I got in, tossed my bag into the passenger seat and cranked the air up, immediately relaxing. That relaxation didn't last long, though, because my phone buzzed loudly, making me roll my eyes. I just wanted a moment of peace after my stressful day at work, but of course...
I pulled my phone out of my purse and yawned a little as I unlocked it to check my notifications. If it wasn't anything important, I was going to turn my phone off completely, but a message from Anna caught my eye. It was eerily vague and put a bad feeling in my chest.
Anna (Nicki's Kid)
: thank you for being kind to me when i needed it the most 🩶
➤ Anna (Nicki's Kid) started sharing location with you.
I was watching Anna's location the entire time I drove, thinking of every possible reason for why she'd sent the message. At a quick glance, the message seemed innocent, but I swear it left me with a bad feeling, and my curiosity was getting the best of me. I fought through Atlanta's traffic for about 40 minutes before finally cruising down the street of a quiet neighborhood. Anna's location said that she was somewhere in the general area. I parked my car and sighed loudly, realizing how silly all of this was when I could have simply just texted her back. That girl was probably in the house, safe and sound, and just wanted to share locations. Teenagers were weird like that.
I started to text her back until a figure in my peripheral view made me look up. Just a few feet away, I saw Anna stumbling a little bit before finally sitting down on the pavement and pulling her knees up to her chest.
"The fuck," I mumbled, taking off my seatbelt.
It took me no time to get out of my car and get over to her. Based on the way she was walking, I figured she was injured and needed medical attention or something.
