Arranged Baby

Part 17

Not only two days after confirming my pregnancy, I came to two conclusions:

-I am livid about the fact that I can no longer stand the smell of McDonald's coffee

-I am an angry sap who needs to pull her shit together because no one else is going to do it for me

Luckily, some corporation I had emailed about a job weeks ago responded. They want me to work as a copy girl who prints/copies confidential material and deliver them to the proper room/employee. A fairly easy job at minimum wage and the only thing required is to wear all black.

A walk in the park. This morning I drove to the location provided in their email and was greeted with a middle-aged woman more than happy to welcome me to the staff. They didn't ask for previous work experience and they had given me a wardrobe allowance of $500 for office-professional clothing.

I would have loved to go shopping with Lana or one of Taylor's sisters, I never really had girl & girl shopping time, but I was paranoid they would run back to either Taylor or Sergio.

Shopping was a bit relaxing, even though I had to do a bit of research on what exactly was "office-professional." In the end I purchased a few all black pencil skirts and black blouses that felt comfortable enough to move around in, a pair of black heels, and a black fleece jacket for when it gets colder out. I was left with enough money to fill up my gas tank, which is a relief so I wouldn't have to use Taylor's credit card.

Amaliana called me around five today and asked me if I wanted to go to her high school play. "It's not a normal high school play," she reassured me, "since it's majority girls, we had to join an all-boys school to add a flair." In the end I agreed because Lord knows I have nothing better to do, and Amaliana is a sweet fifteen year old, I wish I had met someone like her when I was her age. I've got to remember to buy her flowers for her performance.

While on my way to the book store, to look for something that will tell me about pregnancy, I realize there is no way I'm going to be able to keep this from Taylor. Though I'm positive this corporation has nothing to do with either Taylor or Sergio, Taylor finds out everything. I scoped out my entire house and didn't find any cameras, didn't see anything out of place or any doors/windows open so there's no one coming in, no one has an extra key that I'm aware of besides Jeremy and he wants nothing to do with me.

Unless Sergio has a spare key, I seriously hope not because there's no doubt that Taylor would have easy access to it. It's probably hanging next to the keys that are used to operate all of their luxury vehicles. If not there, Taylor most likely has it handy in his wallet or something (he can be mischievous, I've noticed.)

Speaking of the devil, I get a call from him the moment I get out of the shower. I let it go to voicemail, I have things to do before I plan to acknowledge any other human existence. Like the dishes, though I haven't eaten much lately or cooked in days, there is a cup and spoon in the sink. There is no way I would be able to accept a phone call while my house is a mess...

The phone rings again, and it might be subconsciously, but it seems to ring louder this time. I hold myself back from answering the phone.

I release a breath once it stops.

I jump five feet in the air however once the house phone, hanging on the wall right next to my ear, rings ominously.

"What?!"

"Sage," Taylor says immediately, my heart drops, "I know you've considered this a few times with my father, but how about you-" He's not going to bring up my job? Maybe he doesn't know yet?

"I'm a bit busy right now," I say breathlessly, "just heading out to see-"

"Bert', I know." There's noise in the background. "But since I won't be able to visit today, maybe you would like to discuss an important topic with me over coffee? Well, there's this cafe downtown that sells non-caffeinated beverages for the baby."