"Ms. Bell."
Paul's gentle voice interrupted the tense standoff in the living room.
"Mr. Jones believes you are well-qualified for this position. He just informed me that we can proceed with your contract." He handed a folder to Ruby.
"Did you not hear me? I don't need her!"
Bill stormed down the stairs, but Paul stepped in his way. "I'm sorry, Bill. This is your father's decision."
Ruby glanced at Bill before flipping through the contract.
The pay was generous, and the teaching schedule wouldn't interfere with her own studies. The more she read, the more satisfied she felt—except for one detail.
"Do I have to live here during the tutoring period?" Ruby asked.
"I don't agree!" Kelly shrieked, stomping her foot.
Bill's expression darkened as well.
Paul, however, nodded. "Yes, unles
