Chapter 231 Gazing from Afar
Seeing Susan's sad face, George's frown softened, and his eyes filled with pity.
After a moment, George said, "Your CPA qualification opens up plenty of opportunities for you. My friend is looking for someone to join his team. It's a startup, so the workload is manageable with not too many transactions yet. The pay might not be top-tier, but it could be a perfect match for you. And the best part is, you'll have a two-hour break at noon to come back and take care of Spring's feeding. You won't have to rush into weaning her, and you can still work. What do you think?"
Susan's eyes lit up but she hesitated. "Is your friend genuinely looking for an accountant? I don't want him to hire me just because of you. I don't want you to owe him a favor."
She didn't want to cause George more trouble.
George smiled. "Go check it out. If you like it, stay. If not, you can leave."
"Alright, thank you," Susan agreed, seeing no other option.
Susan had been job hunting online for days, but as soon as employers heard she had a six-month-old baby, they turned her down. They worried her need to breastfeed and care for her child would interfere with work. That waswhy she had considered weaning Spring.
Now, with a chance to work and still breastfeed, Susan was eager to try.
The next morning, Susan went to George's friend's company.
George wanted to drive her, but she insisted on going alone. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
During her initial two days at the company, Susan observed closely and confirmed George's assessment. The company was new with few transactions. Without a clear division of labor, she took on many tasks outside her role. She wanted to do a good job and not embarrass George.
Months flew by, and it was winter. Spring was now nine months old and could say "mom." Though her words were unclear, it warmed Susan's heart.
Every day, Susan left Spring with Serenity when she went to work. She rushed back at noon to breastfeed, put Spring to sleep after lunch, and then hurried back to work.
Within a few months, Susan had lost some weight from all the running around, but she felt good. She could support herself again. The salary wasn't high, but it covered Serenity's nanny fees and their living expenses. She even managed to save a bit, which she planned to use to repay George.
Susan also started an online store. A colleague's family was in the jewelry wholesale business, offering unique pieces at reasonable prices. So, Susan decided to sell jewelry online.
A few days after launching, business was good, and she sold over a dozen orders. The profit wasn't huge, but it was still income. Susan was thrilled and rushed to the courier company every day after work to send packages.
One evening, after work, Susan, in a black cashmere coat, hurried out of a tall building.
With a leather bag over her shoulder, five or six packages in her arms, and a stack of shipping labels in hand, she headed to the courier company across the street.
She needed to send these packages quickly and then go home to feed Spring, who was probably getting impatient.
Suddenly, the traffic light turned red. It was rush hour, and traffic was heavy. Although anxious, Susan had to wait for the light to turn green.
Meanwhile, over at a nearby café in the heart of town, mellow tunes filled the air as the cozy spot sat nearly deserted, occupied only by a handful of customers.
A man in a black suit sat by the window, his head tilted. His eyes were fixed on the crosswalk about a hundred feet away.
He watched Susan's black figure in the crowd. Her hair blew wildly in the wind. If he could, he would have walked over to help her tidy it.
Normally, he could only caught a fleeting glimpse of her as she hurried past on her route to the courier company. However, today, the red light afforded him a precious few extra moments to admire her as she passed by.
Susan seemed thinner but looked spirited. Despite wearing a black cashmere coat, she shivered in the cold winter wind.
Time flew by, and soon the light turned green. Susan quickly crossed the street with the crowd.
Seb's eyes followed her. Just as he was about to stub out his cigarette and leave, Susan slipped and fell heavily on the road. Her packages and shipping labels scattered everywhere, making her look quite embarrassed.
Seeing this, Seb's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up in alarm. Susan's face twisted in pain; she must have hurt herself.
Seb's brows furrowed. If he could, he would have rushed over to help her up immediately. But he knew she would likely reject him, and he didn't want to disrupt her life just yet.
The next moment, Seb saw some kind-hearted people helping Susan up and picking up her packages and shipping labels. Susan smiled gratefully at them.
As the light shifted back to red, another passerby stepped forward to assist Susan in safely crossing the street.Though visibly relieved that Susan was in good hands, Seb couldn't shake off the concern etched in his furrowed brow, knowing that she must have sustained some injuries.A stream of cars roared past, blocking Seb's view. He could no longer see Susan.
At that moment, Seb's hand trembled, and the long-ignored cigarette ash fell on the back of his hand, burning him slightly.
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