“Hear me out. The pay is solid—five thousand dollars a month. That’s life-changing money, even for you. Hell, it’s more than I’ve ever made, and I’m your older brother.”
I crossed my arms, shaking my head. “Vinie, I’m grateful. I really am. But I can’t accept the offer. I’m sorry.”
Vinie face suddenly turned frowned; he was not expecting my outright rejection. “Why not?”
“Because I’m a soldier,” I said.
I continued explaining “Not just any soldier—a mercenary. I’ve spent my life holding a gun, taking down the bad guys. That’s what I know and good at. I don’t know the first thing about managing a company, writing reports, or telling people what to do in a corporate world. I belong in the field, Vinie, not in an office.”
He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pushed off the car and
