“Who, me? No, I’m not busy!” He was sending Queta back to campus. Once she was in class, he’d obviously be free.
“Oh. I’ve found you some side income. A thousand bucks for a day’s work. It’s a simple job: Felicity needs a driver. I know you’re not hurting for money these days, but a little extra scratch never hurts, right? What do you say?” Naomi presented the proposal delicately.
She knew he’d just about used up his windfall already, but she spoke with tact nevertheless as she was also aware that Gerald had become an image-conscious person. He’d even developed a taste for fine clothes!
But for all that, he was still a bro and nothing had changed that between them.
Honestly, when Felicity’s name came up, Gerald had wanted to decline—not least because he knew Yvonne and Cassandra would probably also be involved. It would be a madhouse, being caught between those chattering hens.
Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to turn down Naomi’s goodwill.
After a slight pause, Gerald nodded his head and agreed after all. It was all for Naomi’s sake.
“Alright! First, I’ll need you to get back here. We’re going to buy you some things and dress you up!” Naomi laughed happily over the phone.
Gerald sighed in exasperation and turned the car around.
As the girls’ captive, he was given an expensive suit and a pair of leather shoes, all of which he had to put on right away.
It had to be said that Felicity, despite her aloofness towards him all this while, had to admit to being a little smitten when she saw Gerald in those handsome clothes. She almost complimented him, even…
But then she saw him carefully folding up his old clothes, as though intending to take them with him.
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