A Baby for the Billionaire

50

JULIET

"Neville, I quit."

It is not easy at all to have to say it, I get a lump in my throat when I release those words, but they are no longer just words but actions. My suitcase is packed, I haven't slept all night and I've been crying by Ali's crib over the decision I made, with horrible pangs of guilt until I finally decide that I'm just an employee for the family, the child doesn't need me at all, my labor is perfectly replaceable. I just pray that whoever comes into his life again treats him with the dignity and care he deserves.

Neville is with a strong coffee and his computer in the kitchen at home. He has just finished a video conference on behalf of his boss while I waited and doubted for a long time until I decided to take the initiative.

He looks from me to the suitcase, assessing that what I just told him is completely true.

"Juls, my God, what are you doing?"

"Leaving. With all the pain in the world, I'm leaving this family, if you can call it that. I try not to get involved in problems since every family has problems, but I have enough of mine to have to take care of these too, which are very serious."

"You are not to blame for anything that has happened."

"I know, but I've still had to pay the piper and it's not my wish. He already kicked me out once so he can settle down at last."

"Damn, Juliet. I understand that Mr. Deniz is someone who has sustained his own instability since Zara, but I also understand that what has happened in the last few hours has been very difficult for him and for everyone."

"I don't know what kind of person Zara was, I'm just so sorry for Ali since he doesn't deserve all this. Zara may have been wrong with Kerem, but with Ali she did a good job. This is not for the late woman, but for Mr. Deniz. That man is a beast, he does not know how to behave like a sensible person and I have already tolerated a lot of disrespect from him, he is not healthy for anyone."

He sighs and continues to size me up. Maybe he thinks of another alternative to convince me, but I remain firm externally, despite the fact that inside I am a mixture of tears or water on the verge of completely vanishing.

"Okay," he agrees and does something on his keyboard. "Let me get you a return ticket, tell me if you prefer land or air".

"That won't be necessary, really."

"It's on us, don't worry. It is part of our obligations. And about this... Well, that's it."

"About that?"

I get a notification on my phone, I try not to look at it, but Neville's attitude makes me realize that yes, I should see it.

What is this?

I read and review a thousand times what it shows me.

"Neville, what did you do?" I ask, puzzled.

"I transferred you the total for your completed tasks."

"Twenty-five thousand dollars?"

"Ten thousand for your work, an extra ten thousand more for getting little Ali to interpret words in record time in Turkish..."

"It was just a song. It is the didactic way for a child to incorporate it so soon. He does not interpret symbols, only rhythm and some phonetics."

"But that's been a long time."

"He told you?"

"Mr. Deniz hands me all his reports."

Of course he's not going to read them himself, he doesn't have the time or head enough to devote effort to his own son.