Letting Go

Eight

I sighed sitting back in my car. Calling Triple A would be a waist of my time and honestly, I do not want to spend that kind of money. I called the one person I knew would give me a resolution; Daddy.

I called his phone a total of five times, and he didn't answer so my other choice was Karen.

"Ren!" I said loudly.

"What's wrong?" She said and I could tell she was asleep.

"I'm sorry to wake you but my car is stuck."

"Stuck? Stuck where and why at-at 10 in the evening over there!" She asked.

"I worked late." I explained and she smacked her lips.

"Damn it Taya don't do that anymore." She fused at me and I heard her moving around.

"Look he needed the proposal and he offered me the position I want."

"He offers it to you every year and someone I'm sure he's having sex with always gets it! You can not continue to over extend yourself."

"You don't know if he's having sex with them." I said sighing.

I really need this job. It is gonna get me to the next level of where I need to be in my career as a financial manager.

She sighed. "I'm pretty sure Taya and I know for sure you're not giving it up. You make more than enough as just a junior financial manager." She told me

"Well who knows if It'll always be enough.Maybe one day I'll have a kid." I told her.

"Are you pregnant right now?" She asked.

"That was a dumb question." I said rolling my eyes.

"Just making sure." She clicked her tongue. "I'll call you back in five. I'm gonna have Richard come get you." She informed.

"Thank god! What does he drive?" I asked her.

"Look out for either a red Range Rover or a Chrysler 300."

"Okay, thanks a million." I said and she hung up after telling me to send her the address.

I sighed sitting back in the seat. I can not do too many more nights like this. Not being stranded in my car, but working so late and having to be in the office around 7 in the morning.

"Hello" I answered my phone.

"Hey A'taya. Bring the two files you were supposed to finish with the quarterly predictions for the next 8 quarters to my house." My boss said.

"I cant, those files were supposed to be finished next week, and my car is stuck."

"Oh no." He said.

"Not to worry, my sister's boyfriend is coming to get me."

"Oh I'm not saying that for those purposes. I need those files." He groaned.

"Well had you done your job this wouldn't be an issue." I found myself saying.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"Look, nothing. All I'm saying is that I have my own work. Two work loads are hard to fulfill at the same time."

"You want the position right?" He asked.

"I need the position." I said

"Well then, work for it." He told me and hung up the phone.

I internally screamed and put my phone on the dashboard.

I held my hands above my head and breathed in and out deeply. I weighed out my options. This promotion will get me my position as a regular Finacial Manager and help me move on to being a senior Manager in the company. Even though it's not my passion, it's what I went to school for and what I'm pretty good at, might as well make money off of it.