A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Good, good, that's my good girl," Grandma said contently, patting Claire's hand.

Claire smiled faintly, but her heart was filled with bitterness.

"We're still short by over two hundred thousand," Riley muttered under his breath, his face pale.

He turned to Camila. "Cami, haven't you been working for a few years now? You must have some savings, right?"

Camila frowned. "How much does your family have?"

She had saved up a fair amount, enough to cover the shortfall. Although she disliked her uncle's family, she was willing to help out for Drew's sake.

"Fifty thousand..." Riley's voice grew even lower.

"Fifty thousand?" Camila was incredulous. "Drew sends fifteen thousand home every month, plus you've been earning interest for months. How can it only be fifty thousand?"

Riley fell silent for a while before admitting, "I bought a car."

it!" Camila

mean a big loss!"

over eight hundred thousand, for us to handle?

glass, she continued, "If

the car, even if it's at a loss.

"I can sell some of my old jewelry, so we might be able to

back in our hometown? Could we get a loan against it?" Camila suddenly remembered the old house. Though it was

suggestion. She hadn't expected Camila to propose selling

the house we live in now will soon be seized by the bank. That old house is all I have

that's your favorite grandson. Are you willing to

teeth. "I have thirty thousand

a hundred

contact a middle man," Camila said. "Let's sell