Chapter 127 She Actually Ends Up Competing with Mary for a Job
With that, she scurried over to his side, starting to massage his shoulders.
“Are you tired? Let me help ease the tension.”
Eula was firmly in his grip; she couldn't lose herself, nor could she afford to lose this job.
Judson basked in her attentive care. As he finished his cigarette, Mary came down the stairs.
“Mr. Nash, the sweet corn chowder is ready; you can come downstairs to have it,” Mary informed them.
Mary was in high spirits, all thanks to Mr. Nash's generous tip. Not only had he given her a hefty sum, but also covered the household expenses. This meant they could afford to enjoy the finer things for the upcoming year.
It was pure luck that Eula had snagged such a family-oriented man – rich and handsome too. Eula would have to make sure no one swooped in to steal him away.
Eula could be as stubborn as a mule, just like she'd refused Mr. Hopkins in the past. But this time, they couldn't let Eula miss her chance.
With a smile, Eula called out, “Judson, how about some sweet soup?”
Judson pinched out his cigarette in the ashtray he’d brought with him and handed it over to Eula.
Taking it from him, she watched as he stretched his long legs and headed for the stairs.
Glancing at the ashtray, she realized they didn't have one in the house. No wonder he'd brought his own.
Curiously holding the ashtray, she went downstairs to the kitchen to ask Mary.
“What’s this all about, Mary?”
Looking at the ashtray, Mary knew she had to be prepared; after all, a man of Mr. Nash’s stature was visiting. She could tell, a big shot in business like him was probably a heavy smoker.
“I bought a couple. Last few times Mr. Nash asked for an ashtray, I remembered and got a couple just in case,” Mary explained.
Eula's eyebrows knitted together, her voice cooled. “Mary, whose side are you on? Mine or Judson's?”
Mary was taken aback for a second, “Yours, of course.”
After speaking, Mary walked out of the kitchen with a serving of sweet soup heading for the living room.
Eula felt a twinge of anger. It was ridiculous to think she had to compete with Mary, of all people, for a job. Pride aside, she needed to secure her position. She was determined to double down on her design studies. Once she got that diploma and the skills, she wouldn't have to live in constant anxiety.
Eula poured herself a glass of water and held it tight, her resolve deepening. She was going to be an outstanding fashion designer, no doubt about it.
Entering the living room, she saw Mary and Judson deep in conversation, laughing about something she couldn't catch.
“What are you two chatting about that's so funny?” Eula interjected, hoping to join in the mirth.
Surely Judson hadn't offered Mary to be his personal assistant already?
She needed this job. Losing it meant she wouldn’t find anything as good again.
Mary noticed Eula's puzzled face and let out a yawn.
“I'm beat. Eula, Judson, you guys keep talking. I’m off to bed,” Mary said as she exited the living room and headed to her bedroom.
Judson kept stirring the sweet soup, the same type Mary made last time. Somehow, it tasted even better.
He had to admit Eula's skills didn’t quite match Mary’s. But Mary's take was a bit too sweet for his taste, he still preferred how she made it.
"Judson, I swear I'll work hard from now on. Please, give me a chance and don't let me go. If you like the soup sweet, I'll make it for you every night. Any requests you have – I'm on it. Deal?"
This was her prime moment to make an impression; with Mary off duty, she needed to win Judson over.
Judson's eyes gleamed, briefly drifting towards her chest, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow.
"Anything I ask for? You'll take care of it for me?"
