Tutor Chic #2nd book of the Chic series

16: Contracts

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Faye tried hard to look straight at the iron woman in front of her. For some weird reason, this seemed harder than having a staring contest with Stan himself.

And that was saying a lot!

"I am glad you decided to reconsider, Ms. Miller." Jasmine Vanderbilt smiled tightly.

"Um, yeah." Faye gulped, throwing a nervous glance toward Cain who was slouching in all his bad-boy glory on a couch that was pushed against a far wall. The previous day he seemed so sweet when he tried convincing her to come back to work for him. Now, looking at him, it all seemed like something she made up in her mind.

"Ms. Miller, are you listening?" Jasmine voice snapped Faye to the present.

"Yes!" she said quickly, trying to recall what Jasmine just said. "The conditions. Mm-hmm?"

Jasmine gave her a weird look before looking down at the paper on her table. "I've already made the contract. You can read it now if you want."

Learning from the Devil dealers themselves, Faye knew never to take contracts lightly. "Yes, of course."

Running through the main points of the contract, Faye felt her brows furrow. "Ehm, I can't work at any where else?" she looked up at Cain's mother.

"While working for me, no." Jasmine said while typing something on her keyboard.

When Faye didn't say anything, Jasmine looked up at her, a perfect eyebrow arching silently.

"O... Ok." Faye mumbled. Maybe with the salary they offered, it was a reasonable point. "Wait, I have to bring him to school everyday?" now that's just ridiculous.

"Gas payment for your car is included. Page 3." Jasmine just said, again her eyes busy on her computer screen.

"Yes, but..." Faye frowned, "that's..." impossible, ridiculous?

"Paul," suddenly Cain spoke, still half laying on the comfy looking couch, "Be a good lad and scratch 'have to' to 'try to'." He motioned with his hand to Jasmine assistant.

The slurred letters didn't go unnoticed.

"Stay out of this, Cain." Her mother said distastefully.

"You are only setting the poor girl for failure, mother." Cain spat back mildly.

Wow, those two were not on good terms. Faye thought as she looked between mother and son.

Jasmine exhaled softly, "Fine. Paul," she waved for the quite assistant, "please, change it."

Faye glanced at Cain to give him a thankful nod, but found him staring at the ceiling.

A few more discussions were made, with Cain interjecting every now and then, which made Faye feel like a spoiled brat and she didn't want to negotiate any further. But it wasn't possible to succeed this job with the terms Jasmine had set. Most of them included forcing Cain to do things, study, go to school, attend classes, making 'good' impressions on the professors.

Didn't the woman know her own son?

Cain's interjection only made the terms change so she'd make an effort to 'try' all those things. She still had to come 5 days a week for at least 5 hours.