Jas.
Uncle Matthew tapped the marble top counter as he walked into the kitchen and I looked up. “Hey, Uncle Matthew.” I greeted with a small smile.
I was staring at the screen of my computer when he walked in, trying to see if I could get a job.
The fight yesterday where Lily had thrown my stuff to the curb had cost me my job, so I was looking for another.
I hadn't been able to show up at work at my resumption time, and had shown up two hours later, but I wasn't so lucky to escape the notice of the regional manager who was visiting.
“I need your attention for a few minutes. I have good news, and bad news. I'll start with the bad news.” he said.
At that, I schooled my face, keeping my expression neutral. Closing the lid of the laptop, I folded my arms across my chest and looked a
