For a moment, Elena froze. "What were the odds that she would call just when I was thinking about her again?" She said
Elena picked up quickly. “Good morning, Miss Anne,” she said politely.
“Good morning, Elena,” Miss Anne replied. Her tone was smooth, controlled — maybe too controlled.
Elena straight to the point. “I wanted to talk about the job offer.”
“Yes, dear. Have you thought about it?”
“I have,” Elena said firmly. “I won’t be able to take it for now. My mum’s health is delicate, and we don’t have anyone to help at the bakery. It’ll be too much work for her alone.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment. Then, Miss Anne’s voice came again — softer, but strangely persistent.
“What if I send you a staff?” she asked. “Someone trustworthy. And… I could even assist in pay
