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“Do you like Killy?” My heart pumped at the question, and my cheeks turned bright red.
“…Yeah, I guess so.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Do you like like Killy?”
I broke eye contact and looked forward. “I don’t think it’s your place to know.”
“So you do like like him.”
“I never said that.”
“But you’re implying that you do.” I looked down at her in shock at her vocabulary. “Do me a favor and stay four years old, Delilah. K, thanks.”
“Alright,” She giggled cheekily. We reached the library, and I opened the door. I looked up at the clock and saw it was 8:05. Mr. Burkley walked out of his office and smiled as he approached us.
“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Burkley.. Lost track of time.” He rolled his eyes as he grabbed our bags.
“You’re five minutes late, Brielle. I think I’ll survive,” He said sarcastically, and Delilah jumped up and down.
“Mr. Burkley! Mr. Burkley!” She jumped up and down, and he smiled at her.
“Hello little Delilah. How are you?”
“Good!!” She yelled, and I shushed her.
“Baby, don’t forget this is a library.” She giggled. “Oops?”
We walked through the library, and Mr. Burkley set our things down next to my back table. I grabbed a cart and walked over to one of the aisles as I sent Delilah to the kids’ section. I was happy she loved to read. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be in the best situation. Walking away, I filled the shelves and hummed softly.
Soon, it was 2:00 PM, and I was taking a break. I had already eaten lunch with Delilah around twelve, and, in the meantime, I didn’t have much to do. My computer was open as I looked through different available jobs, and my newspapers were scattered around the table. I glanced at my phone for a second and opened it. There was no text or call from Killian yet. He might just be busy… Not that I particularly wanted him to call me right now…
My phone was new when Mr.Burkley got it for me three years ago for Christmas when Delilah was just a few months old. I was so thankful I cried that day. Continuing to look at my old computer screen and through several newspapers, I heard someone clear their throat. I jumped when I saw Mr. Burkley standing behind me as he crossed his arms.
I closed my computer quickly and swiped all the newspapers off the table into the corner. I turned to him and gave a fake laugh as I rested my elbow on the table and my head on my hand.
“Hello, Mr. Burkley! H-how are you? H-how have you been? You look great, no. Fantastic. How long have you been standing there exactly?” I stuttered as the pitch of my voice started to go higher.
“I’m not dumb, Brielle.”
I threw my hands in the air. “I never said you were. Did I tell you how smart you are? I’m pretty sure you’re smarter than a fifth-grader. You know some people aren’t that smart-”
“Brielle.” He looked down at me like a father would do as he scolded his daughter.
“Y-yes, sir?” I said softly, and he pulled a chair around. He opened my laptop and turned to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you needed a job or extra money?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t want you to give me a raise or treat me like a charity case. You’ve already done so much for us.” He sighed, and I think he understood where I was coming from.
“…If I help you look for a job, do you promise to come still see your old man?” I smiled softly.
“Of course I will.” I rubbed the top of his head, and he shooed my hand away.
“Hey, hey! Don’t touch. The doctor said it wouldn’t look like a bald spot if I left it alone.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Okay, Mr. Burkley,” I looked at some job offers and wrote down a few. Mr. Burkley grabbed my computer and clicked on one of the employment options I’d skipped.
“Why don’t you become a personal assistant?”
“What? Why?” I asked as I looked over at the screen. KR Inc.?
