The man behind the desk kept his eyes shut, his eyelids fluttering for a second before settling back into stillness.
About ten minutes later, Catherine stepped out of the building and slid into the passenger seat of Lorinda’s car.
“Did it go okay?” Lorinda asked, setting down her phone and leaning in, a hopeful look on her face.
Catherine nodded. “Yeah, it went smoothly.”
“So, where to now?” Lorinda could barely hold back her excitement.
“Eldervale,” Catherine replied.
Lorinda’s smile faded. “Wait, is there even a branch in Eldervale?”
“There is now,” Catherine said. “It just opened. It’s the new southern headquarters.”
Lorinda’s eyes widened. “Hold on, does this mean you’ll be on the same level as Lance now?”
Catherine buckled her seatbelt. “Let’s just take things as they come. One step at a time.”
Lorinda straightened up, started the engine, and hit the gas. “You’re right. We’ve been waiting on this move forever. Now that it’s finally real, we better get back and pack. When do we leave?”
“Aaron booked our tickets for two days from now,” Catherine said. “I had him get one for you too. I’ll send him the money later. We’ll go together.”
Two days wasn’t much time, especially with such a big move ahead. They had to get everything in Cabinda wrapped up.
They stopped by Patty’s school. Patty was already back to her regular classes, settling in again.
Lorinda had tried everything to figure out where Amanda spent the money, even paying off a volunteer at the orphanage to keep an eye on her. Still, no luck.
She finished packing and mailed their boxes to Eldervale ahead of time.
“It’s a shame the nanny can’t leave Cabinda,” Lorinda sighed. “I’ll have to find a new one after we get there. Until then, I can’t work.”
Catherine was folding clothes, listening to Lorinda’s complaints. She tried to reassure her. “Don’t stress. My new salary is enough for both of us.”
She was making five times what she used to, a six-figure paycheck every month.
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