The Trouble With Sexy CEOs

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I quietly watched as the bakery on the side of the road closed, just weeks after my mother asked me to leave home, and now my job is closing too.

My employer said someone already bought the place, a significant amount for them to move to Rizal. But I won't be going with them; it's too far, and I won't be able to see my father.

"Sorry, this is all I can offer. Helda took all your wages from me," my female boss apologized. She was kind, the type who genuinely helps you as much as she can.

"Thank you," I smiled at her, that being the last smile I saw before they left the place where I first worked.

I sighed; it was only 10 in the morning, and it was already scorching hot. Combine that with the unpleasant smell around, and it wasn't a pleasant walk.

I tried walking and thought about finding another job. On the other side, there was a newly opened supermarket. I went there and headed straight to the cashier.

"Do you accept applicants?" The woman with thin eyebrows raised her eyes, scanned my body before stopping at my eyes.

"Your resume?"

"I-I don't have a resume."

"Are you a high school graduate?" I hesitated; I couldn't answer immediately because I didn't finish high school. I wanted my siblings to finish their education, so I supported them.

I shook my head. "N-no."

"If so, you can't work here, and I think you're not of the right age." I lowered my gaze; I was only fifteen, and I would turn sixteen tomorrow, but here I am, looking for a job instead of studying.

I sighed heavily as I left. I walked again on the hot road, continuing my job search.

But after a few hours of searching, it seemed like luck wasn't on my side. I wasn't accepted because, like my first attempt, they were looking for a resume.

"Can I buy..." I was on the side of the market where I bought coconut ice, and the man smiled at me before giving me a five-peso coconut.

"Did the bakery close?" I nodded while sipping. He used to buy there every morning. He became a regular customer for our pandesal, but sadly, I won't be able to work there again.

"Looking for a job?" I lowered the empty cup.

"Yes, I am."

"I know of one, but the pay is low."

"Really, where?"

"At the cellphone store. They need a saleswoman." He easily caught my interest, so I almost agreed to help him that day.

We went to a cellphone store, small but my new boss said meals were free, and the weekly salary was only a thousand pesos, depending on daily sales.

"How old are you?" My new female boss asked on the same day I started because they needed someone to guard.

"Fifteen."

"You're still young. Aren't you in school?"

I shook my head. "No, I need to work now."

She sighed, and I noticed her gentle gaze, prompting me to look away.

"You're almost the same age as my daughter; she'll finish high school at Fatima."

I remained silent; I knew it was a good school, but I didn't have the chance to enter there. Moreover, I'm more focused on work now and how to earn money to support my mother, especially for my father's diabetes medication.

"This is your only salary..." I could hear the sadness in Mother's voice; I nodded. A week had passed since I got close to that job, and despite the low pay, my boss still gave me a thousand.

"The salary there is low because meals and snacks are free..."

"Well, aren't you lucky to have snacks, while we have none!" I sighed, wanting to bring up her gambling habits. Instead, I held back; I didn't want to be kicked out again.

"Switch jobs, go to Dahlia's!"

"No!" My eyes widened. "I don't want to!"

"Why not?" Mother raised her voice. "Look, Abby, Juliana's daughter is earning well and even built a house!"

"But Mother, I don't want to be there!"

"No, listen to me, I know you'll earn more. A thousand isn't enough for medicine and expenses at home!"

Feeling upset, I turned away, tears welling up.

Father, emerging from the room, parted the curtain. I approached to help him with his wheelchair.

"Why are you still awake?" I pushed his wheelchair into our small living room; our once sturdy home now seemed to be falling apart. Ever since Father lost his job, there was no chance to repair it.

"Sorry, my child." I sat on a wooden chair and smiled at Father.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because of your hard work for me, forgive me for not being able to help you..."

I smiled. "It's okay, don't worry about it. That's what the eldest does."

Father sighed. "You're a very kind daughter, Natasha. I'm sorry if your mother scolds you often."

I looked down. "It's okay..." I said, though I still felt hurt. Despite everything I did, it seemed insignificant to her.

"I won't get tired of working, Father. Like you did for this family, I'll save money to get you walking again."