Iris Payton is a 25 year old New Yorker who basically has everything she wants in life. She has loving parents, a stable job that pays good, and a cute little bundle of joy, that is her five year old nephew, Iver. For her, these were enough.
But the...
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"Okay, so mom, I brought everything you might need. I got the diapers and a few extra clothes in case Iver gets dirty, and I bought the pee pot too, he knows how to use it now, and his milk, 4 scoops mom, okay?"
"Okay, Iris. It's not the first time that I'm gonna babysit my grandson, you know." My mom said as she laughed lightly.
"I'm just saying, mom."
"Now, off you go. You wouldn't wanna be late for work, would you?" Mom said gently pushing me to the door.
Last night after dinner, Iver instantly fell asleep. So, I just decided to spend the rest of the night at my parents' house. Then, I went back to the house earlier today to grab some things for Iver because mom insisted that she'd babysit him.
I was 10 minutes early when I arrived at Osborn Publishing, Co. I have been working here for like 3 years, and I enjoy working here. I get to do what I love which was reading and I get to be paid twice as bigger than a regular employee.
I finally scanned my I.D and went inside as I greeted everyone that I passed by. I made myself a cup of coffee first. "No creamer today, Iris." I whispered to myself. I stirred it one last time and finally walked off to my desk. I was surprised that my desk was clear of papers, I would usually arrive with a pile of them. I placed my hot coffee on the side and decided to just go to my boss to ask for some paper works.
Mr. Dan Osborn's office was on the third floor of the building and I usually take the elevator. When I was on the third floor everyone seemed busy, they all had papers focused on and I suddenly wondered why Mr. Osborn didn't leave any paper works for me to do. Do I have an exemption today that he forgot to tell me about?
His office was huge. I've been there quite a few times when he'd ask me to show my works for him —that he never failed to praise. He's a nice old man to his employees and I bet he's 101% nicer to his family. His wife was lovely, I've seen her a lot of times in the building and no doubt Dan Osborn was equally handsome despite his age. He was handsome, tall and lean and of course filthy rich. I've heard a lot of rumors around the building that he had another woman—an employee of his, that he'd been bringing around. But as long as I haven't seen anything, I wont believe them. Dan just seemed to be a good man. And he seemed to be so in love with his wife. And besides Osborn Publishing, Co. was always full of gossips anyway.
I finally made it to Dan Osborn's door. I knocked softly on the expensive door but he didn't answer, he'd usually answer instantly before. I was about to knock again but then I heard some voices. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but the noises were kinda intriguing. It wasn't just a simple chatter though but I couldn't quite describe it. Then after a minute or two the weird noises stopped and maybe that's my que. I knocked again and opened the door slowly.
