Tracy POV
I was sitting at our kitchen table with bills spread out in front of me, a calculator in my hand, and growing panic in my chest. Bernard had been working for Vanya for two weeks now, and our financial situation was becoming a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.
"Bernard!" I called toward the living room where he was slumped on the couch, still wearing his dirty work clothes from another fourteen-hour day at the construction sites. "We need to talk about money!"
He dragged himself into the kitchen looking exhausted and defeated. His hair was messy, his face was covered in construction dust, and his expensive suit had been replaced by work boots and safety gear that made him look like a regular laborer instead of a successful CEO.
"What now?" he asked, sitting down heavily
