Felicity shook her head. “No, I’m just frustrated. Can I help you?”
Felicity smiled. “Thanks for your concern, but I’m fine.”
She then turned her attention back to her checkbook. Well, that was that. She didn’t have enough money to pay her rent that month. Felicity had already asked for extensions on several occasions and she couldn’t see her landlord going for that option again. And she was too embarrassed to ask Natalie for money. Before she knew it tears were slowly streaming down her face.
She didn’t want anyone, especially Gwyneth, to know she was crying.
Felicity gave her a weary look. “I’ll be fine.”
Gwyneth shrugged. “Maybe I could help.”
Felicity thought for a moment. Should she really tell Gwyneth? It couldn’t really hurt, it actually might make her feel better if she could talk about it.
A huge smile spread across Gwyneth’s face.
This time it was Felicity’s turn to ask. “Are you okay?”
Gwyneth got out a piece of paper and quickly wrote something down.
Felicity looked down at the piece of paper. “Umm…alright. I’m done at 5:00.”
Later that day…
She groaned as she fell back onto the couch in the staff lounge. Felicity had just gotten off the phone with her landlord and there was no hope of getting an extension on rent that month. Felicity looked at the piece of paper that Gwyneth had given her.
Felicity drove up to the huge wrought iron fence that surrounded Gwyneth’s house. She rolled down the window.
She nodded.
A few seconds later the gates swung open. Felicity drove through the gates and up the driveway. She slowly walked up to the front door and before she could even knock the door was open.
Felicity stepped inside and her breath caught in her throat. This hallway was six times the size of her apartment.
Gwyneth shrugged. “It’s alright. My house in California is bigger. Have a seat.”
Felicity sat down on the couch.
Felicity gave her a weary look. “What kind of favor?”
Felicity nodded.
Felicity nodded again. Who didn’t know the two had broken up…although no one knew why.
Felicity didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean?”
Gwyneth quickly wrote something down on a slip of paper and slid it across the table.
Felicity picked it up and looked at the number written on the paper.
Felicity almost choked. That was more than she made in a year.
Felicity sighed. Going against her better judgment she gave her final answer.