There is not a boss in this world who buys an employee a car on her second day. So why was Mr. Briggs treating me so nicely? Last night, he even brought me home without needing directions. Is he my fairy godfather in disguise? My thoughts raced as I made my way home, Bella happily seated in the backseat.
“Mummy, I like your new car! Did you buy it?” Emma asked, her face brighter than usual.
“Yes, sweetheart, Mummy bought a new car to make you happy—and to ensure we never have to walk in the rain again,” I replied proudly.
“Does that mean we won’t see Mister again?” Bella inquired.
“Hmm.. Do you want to see Mummy's boss again? His name is Mr. Briggs,” I chirped.
“Yes! Mr. Briggs is very nice,” Emma declared.
“Then you’ll see him again soon,” I said with a smile.
As I pulled into the
