New Life

I’ve been busy the whole week at the new apartment. It has a huge sofa, a small tv, and other necessities.
The next morning, I woke up to an ad on my computer, saying that someone needed a personal assistant.

Getting ready, I wear an office outfit and heels, brush my hair and go to the interview.
My uber driver takes me to the address and I'm surprised to see it's the hotel, not feeling quite confident, I enter.
" Hello, I saw this ad and I'm here for an interview," I tell the receptionist. She eyes me from top to bottom and directs me.
" Thanks,"
She only rolls her eyes. I snort at her rude behavior.
Waiting in line, I feel so timid, everyone is confident with credentials while I have none. I inwardly cuss myself.

“Next,” the secretary called, I get up from my seat, expelling I enter the office.
" Hello, dear. I'm doctor Nena Smith, a gynecologist." A middle-aged woman says. She is the boss with her coat and her aura exudes elegance.
" Hello," She motions for me to take a chair in front of her desk and I do.
“ So... how old are you?”
“ 21 years old, Ma'am”
Doctor smith starts the interview and as we go, I know I have failed terribly, I have no idea how to be a secretary that's why it came as a shock when she told me that I was hired.
On my way back home, I receive a call from Troy, I wait a moment just in case and when he speaks, I smile.
“Ava, how are you?” He asks, I can feel his smile in the sound of his voice.
“ I’m alright and you? How's everything at the estate?“
“ Tai is fuming mad and is sending men to look for you in every town,"
" Oh,"
“ And Mario, is he dead?” I ask anticipating his answer.
“ Unfortunately no but he's in bad condition and he calls your name,"
That fucking psycho, even in such a condition wants me.
“ When are you coming here?” I ask.
“ Soon and don’t trust Mikael, the dude is into crazy stuff, and he promised Tai to help find you," I swallow thickly. That guy is a psychopath, he killed those guys brutally like human life meant nothing at all. I need to leave Crescent city soon.
“ I got a job,” I inform him. Troy laugh, not believing this.
“ Hey! I can do things too,”
“ Good girl, I’m proud of you.”
We talk a while longer before ending the call.
…..
Work has been alright except when I spill cover all over and mess up the dates, making Mrs. Smith miss some appointments.
I am in the cafeteria, having lunch when my boss comes, I stand up to greet her.
" Hello, Ma'am, you could have called for me if you needed anything,"
Surprisingly, she sits next to me and points to my side
" I don't mean to prey but what happened to your side? I notice you sometimes feel pain," She says, the brand Mario gave me has not healed even though it is been cleaned daily and I drink strong painkillers for the pain.
“ Psycho ex thought it best to brand me,"
She gasps and her eyes darken a little.
"Tell me everything,” she says, holding my hand. I was hesitant at first to tell her but something within me urged me to trust her. I walk Mrs. Smith through my fucked up life even though I swore never to cry about it again tears flowed like a river.
As I continued, Mrs. Smith was horrified and I caught her wiping a tear or two.
She pulls me in a motherly embrace once I'm done and I hold her closer to me. Wiping my tears.

“ So you need money right?” She asks. Her question surprises me I nod, If I have to hide from the cartel, I'll need enough money.

“ Aviana, have you heard of surrogacy?
" Yes,"
“ My daughter had preeclampsia during her first pregnancy it was so bad that she miscarried,” she says bitterly,
“ Sorry to hear that,” she smiles kindly as she does "My Lorena was so sad until she found a man, her soulmate, and she desperately wanted to have a baby with him but she couldn't conceive” As she goes on to say how much the tried, I could tell that she loved Loren a lot and was sad when she lost her.
“ After they exhausted everything, I suggested surrogacy," I smile faintly at her,
“ She even convinced her ma- fiance who is not the easiest man trust me, sweetie but she died just after we finished everything,"
I hold her hand to give her some sort of comfort.
“ I’m so sorry doctor,” I tell her. Mrs. Smith still has the ovary and sperms and is looking for a surrogate to carry her grandchild and then, realization dawns.
“ I want you to be the surrogate,”