Jane did not let go of the bucket, but instead pleaded," Look, ma'am, I can pick it up. Please just give me a chance. I need the money. Eight hundred a month would mean so much to me."
Alex watched in pain, feeling as though there was something stuck in his throat and in his heart.
"Let it go, I'll take you in. Just let the bucket go first," the owner said.
Jane set the bucket down and looked at the owner in joy.
"I can tell that life hasn't been easy on you. Our restaurant doesn't usually accept pregnant employees. After all, we can't afford the consequences if you are to bump into something and get hurt. We'd much rather have a sixty-year-old lady to wash our dishes with a higher pay instead of hiring you," the owner continued.
"I can take care of myself, ma'am. Even... Even if something is to happen, I... I won't come after you. Please believe me. I'm not young anymore and I went through a lot to keep this child, I will definitely take care of it--"
The owner interrupted Jane and said, "I'll take you in! But considering the fact that you are pregnant, I can't let you work long hours. You will come to work for
half a day everyday and I'll pay you six-hundred every month. The job is yours if you are willing to take it."
"Six-hundred?" Jane swallowed hesitantly. Eighthundred had already been insufficient, and now the owner was only willing to offer her six-hundred. She still wanted to fight for the eight-hundred. "Can I..."
"Forget it, forget it. It's out of my place to hire a pregnant woman like you to begin. All I said was that you get six-hundred a month for working half-days only. We are both women, so I couldn't help myself when I see how desperate you are, when in reality I couldn't possibly hire you."
"I'll take it! I'll take it, even for six-hundred! I'll show you how good I am at this, ma'am. I will do well. Just for six-hundred!" Jane agreed urgently.
"..." The owner paused for a moment before saying," Very well then. Come in with me. Your pay for this month will be calculated from today onward, and you should get it by the end of the month."
"How was it, Andrew?" Alex couldn't wait to ask.
Andrew sighed before pulling his phone out to show Alex. Inside Andrew's phone were a dozen photos and a few short videos of Jane washing the dishes. She had already been quite far along in the pregnancy, and even if it had not been obvious for others to notice, it was still very difficult to squat down. She remained in the squatting position with her hip pointing up while she washed the dishes, and every now and then, she would stand back up and lean against the wall to massage her own back.
The owner went over every now and then to check with her. "Hey, pregnant lady, are you okay? If you can't do it, I'll still pay you for your work today. You can just go and still you won't be losing anything. It's hard to watch you work like this."
"I can, ma'am, I can! You don't need to pay me now. I won't take money from you for today's work. Just think of today as some sort of probation. I won’t charge for probation. Don't worry, I will be fine. I will protect my child. This is my first child, so I will treasure it," Jane reassured the owner with a smile.
Alex could no longer hold it in with the scene he had just witnessed. He slammed the car door open and started his way toward the restaurant, all the while commanding, "Andrew, call our men and get them here. We need to surround the restaurant first."
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