“Naime, are you open to any job these days?” Auntie May asked, lowering her phone slowly after ending the call.
Naime looked up from the kitchen table. Diego’s school bag lay open beside her, half-zipped, a reminder of how quickly time was moving. “As long as the salary is decent,” she said. “Diego’s growing up so fast. I don’t want to keep chasing jobs that barely pay. Why do you ask?”
Auntie May studied her for a moment, as if measuring how much hope she could safely offer. “A friend of mine works for an agency. They need a caregiver for a billionaire. You can name your salary.”
Naime let out a soft laugh. “That sounds like the beginning of a scam.”
“It isn’t.” Auntie May’s voice dropped. “But it will not be easy. The man is difficult. That is why they are willing to pay.”
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