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 said

a big loss!" Riley muttered, clearly

thousand, for

Camila said as she poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. Setting down the glass, she continued, "If that's

stood up. “Let's sell the car, even if it's at a loss. The most important

jewelry, so we might be able to scrape together another

we get a loan against it?" Camila suddenly remembered the old house. Though it was

She hadn't expected Camila to propose selling

the bank. That old house is all

"But that's your favorite grandson. Are you willing to let him go to

moment of silence, Grandma glared at Camila and gritted her teeth. "I have thirty thousand saved. Take it all! But

still short by a hundred

man," Camila said. "Let's sell the car