NovelEnglishIt sounded promising.
But... Eliza didn't want to be a burden to anyone.
"Does your friend know about my relationship with Casper? I'm worried..." "My friend just got back from abroad, so he doesn't play by these local rules." Chelsea handed the contract to Eliza. "Look, I brought the contract. Have a read, and if it feels right, you should sign it." The opportunity had cout of nowhere. After the initial excitement, Eliza couldn't help feeling a bit melancholic. "The terms are good, it's just..." "What's there to worry about?" Chelsea pulled out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, and lit it. Her slender fingers held the cigarette in a captivating and cool way.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe took a drag and slowly exhaled a plof gray smoke. "Does Casper still have that much control?" "He's your friend, after all," Eliza said calmly.
Chelsea handed the contract to Eliza. "He doesn't have much leverage over Casper, so don't worry." "So, should I... sign it?" "Yeah." Once the contract was signed, Chelsea put it away. She picked up her phone and sent Eliza a location. "Go to this place tomorrow. Someone will meet you." "Thank you, Chelsea." "Stop thanking me, or I'll get mad." Chelsea stubbed out her cigarette, packed up the contract, and stood. "I'm heading out. You get srest, drink sginger tea, sweat it out, and don't catch a cold." "Okay." Chelsea, holding the contract, quickly returned to her car. She fiddled with her phone for a bit before dialing a number. "Elle signed it." "Good," a man's voice cfrom the other end.
"Zach, I'm not doing this for you. I just can't stand to see Elle suffer." Chelsea wasn't sure if what she was doing was right. Maybe, once Eliza knew the truth, she would blher. Chelsea accepted that.
Zach, on the other end, was silent for a moment. "Understood." Chelsea hung up the phone. She lifted her gaze towards the third-floor window...
The next day, Eliza went to the art stuChelsea had recommended. She was greeted by a very young girl. "Our stumainly helps students about to enter college improve their drawing skills so they can get good results in their upcoming exams," the young girl said, smiling and revealing two cute little bunny teeth. "Ms. Eliza, you graduated from the Art Academy of Falconridge and are the most popular among the students." "Really?" Eliza never knew she was popular.
"Ms. Eliza, you can start working today. Later, sstudents will sign up. You can choose one-on-one sessions or groups of three or five, with different commissions." Eliza nodded, looking around.
"Is your boss not here?" Eliza didn't see any sign of the boss and felt uncertain. She also wanted to thank him personally for the opportunity.
"Our boss doesn't coften. You'd be lucky to ever bump into him." 'I see.' Eliza silently acknowledged.
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The young girl then explained swork-related matters to Eliza With that, the job application process was complete. In three days, Eliza got the hang of the workflow.
Compared to training institutions, this place was relatively high-end and staffed with teachers who were m graduates from renowned colleges. Everyone got along well. After work, Eliza would stay a bit late to clean up the studio. "Ms. Eliza, I'm heading out." "Goodbye."
After tidying up, Eliza turned off the lights, locked the studoor and turned around to find a low-profile En.
dark sedan parked in front of her. She paused, slightly taken aback.
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