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While Angel played with Reid, I returned to my computer and amended the contract to outline her additional stipulations.
Angel looked it over and then signed.
Handing the document back to me, she whispered, “I guess this is it.” Her gaze slipped to the balcony. She mumbled under her breath, so softly that I knew I wasn’t meant to hear. “God, I hope I haven’t made a huge mistake.”
21
Angel
It was the first time I’d seen so many zeroes in my bank account. Ever.
This kind of money couldn’t be real. And it couldn’t be safe. What if the government got wind of this? What if the police crashed my apartment demanding to know where it came from?
“I’m a babysitter,” I’d whimper, my hands in the air as guns surrounded me. “It’s my pay for the summer.”
“Bull. Who pays their babysitter this much?”
I’d tremble. “It’s the truth. I swear!”
“You’re either selling sex or drugs. Which is it?”
“Please, you have to believe me. I got that in exchange for cleaning and running after a two-year-old all day.”
“She’s lying. Take her in.”
I shuddered and mentally swatted the vision away. Sometimes my imagination was a little too vivid.
Maybe I should be scared. It’s too much money. Who just gives away this much for nothing?
Worries mounting, I chewed on my bottom lip and closed the bank app on Deacon’s computer.
Relax, Angel.
The transaction was above-board. I hadn’t sold any illegal substances, nor would I have had the opportunity to do that, sequestered as I was on this tiny island.
When it came to selling my body… well, that opportunity hadn’t presented itself either.
The day after we signed the contract, Deacon left the island. I only saw him on a pixelated screen for a couple minutes when he called Reid before his bedtime to say goodnight. After, he’d ask me how Reid was doing and I would answer.
It was all very polite, straightforward, employer-to-employee business.
So why did I still feel so unsettled?
Money had dropped into my lap like manna from heaven.
Maybe that was the problem. It was all a little too good to be true and I was stuck here on this island waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Even the bank had been cautious. It had taken them two days to approve the transfer. Now that it was there, every zero intact, I should be celebrating. Or at least scheming of a way to give the sum to my parents without sharing the details of where the money came from.
I tugged on the top drawer, searching for a paper and pen so I could brainstorm ideas. I found a pen, but no paper.
The second drawer? No luck.
I leaned down to the third and yanked at the handle. It didn’t budge.
Weird.
I pulled harder but gave up when I realized it was locked. Curiously, I tilted my head. What was Deacon hiding in there?
