7

I make a deliberate effort to clear my throat and suppress the sentiments of guilt that are bubbling up inside of me.

"Mom," I murmur with worry in my voice.

"I have to get going.

Something unexpected occurred at work."

She confirms her agreement with a brief nod.

I have been given the instruction "go" by her.

Your hard work and attention is very much appreciated.

Elise, the only two components that you can honestly count on are your knowledge and your own money.

These are the only two things that you have influence over.

I glance at her for just a few brief seconds before going on.

Would it not make sense to further include her name on that list?

Shouldn't I also be able to depend on my mother's aid as well?

I lied to her for a small amount of time, and after that, I began to feel bad about it; but, those feelings have decreased to some level since then.

I approach her and give her a peck on the cheek before kissing her on the cheek and proceeding towards the front door of the home that she shares with my Ella and that was also the house in which I was reared.

I move up to her and give her the peck before kissing her on the cheek and moving towards the front entrance of the home.

This environment ought to make me feel glad and at peace, but it never has, at least not in the way that it ought to do so.

"Vicky?

Are you going to leave?"

When I hear Ella's voice, it prompts me to pause for a few seconds.

She is sitting in the hallway with her back against the wall, holding a cup of aqua in one hand and a plastic bag in the other hand.

The individual who was speaking said, "I... okay... well, something came up at work."

Ella flashes me a warm smile, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is aware of what I am saying.

You have never been able to persuade me that Vicky is speaking the truth about anything.

She is showing off a grocery bag that is probably definitely stuffed with a number of different Tupperware containers.

Ella's collecting old jars is a pastime of hers, and while I'm not exactly sure what she's seeking, I do know that it contains a substantial quantity of butter and yogurt.

The game where I try to anticipate what's inside before I open it is rapidly becoming my favorite. "

For you, Lisa.

The temperature has not yet started to decrease.

Talk about it with your attractive boss that you have there.

He'll understand.

Save him some."

She had me fully enthralled at this particular moment.

"How... how did you know that I was headed to the office?"

"How... how did you find out about it?"

"How... how did you acquire that information?"

The option to go was chosen without much preparation or contemplation.

How in the world could she have possibly known that I would do that while still having enough time to pack some food for me?

You have a propensity to try to escape the unpleasant feelings that you are experiencing by completely submerging yourself in the activities that you do for a living. After that, she puts her hand on my shoulder and covers it with her own as she hands the bag to me. "Don't worry, my dear little child; your mother's intentions are good. She only wants what's best for you. In everything that she does, she is motivated by good intentions. In spite of the fact that she is genuinely concerned about preventing harm from coming to you, the way in which she attempts to do so is ineffective because of the approach that she takes in carrying it out. I kindly ask that you disregard what she has to say in this matter.

She always has the perfect words to say to lessen the impact of my disappointment by using the appropriate phrasing in her responses. "I adore you, Ella."

It should come as no surprise that she shares your viewpoint. " I love you more, Vicky. I have made up my mind to carry out my intention.

Before I embrace her even more tightly, I take a moment to compose myself and take a deep breath. It worries me that she appears and even seems to be a little bit more vulnerable than she was in the past. This is something that she has changed. I really hope that this doesn't have any profound implications. I assure her that it is impossible for something like that to take place. "You love me more than anyone else does," the other person said to me.

The actions taken by my mother have resulted in a great deal of pain for me, which is partially alleviated by the sound of her laughter. As I get into my vehicle and flash a grin in her direction because of her, I am aware that the evening has been saved to some degree.

My thoughts dart away from what I'm doing for a fraction of a second before returning to the idea of sending a text message to my friends Sierra and Lisa. Despite this, I quickly discount the notion, and I come to the conclusion that I will not carry it out. Even though I know it's silly, I can't help but feel guilty about having to tell my mother that I had to leave for work early. Even though I know it's silly, I can't help but feel guilty about it. There is nothing I can do to affect or change it. Because of the way that I conveyed my thoughts to her, I now have the impression that I need to make an effort, even if it's only a small one. This is true despite the fact that I only gave it a little bit of my attention.

As I get closer to the main entrance of the establishment, I can't help but let out a long sigh. The night guard calls out my name just as the doors of Colton's private elevator close, and I feel a twinge of self-pity beginning to start to swell up inside of me at that very moment. Colton's private elevator was my only way out of the building. I am twenty-eight years old, and with the exception of going to work, I don't really have much of a social life other than going to the office. Even the two people I consider to be my closest friends are merely acquaintances that I gained while working at this company. I consider them to be my closest friends. The situation is pitiful to say the least.