by C. C. Wood
Earning Yancy
by
C.C. Wood
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Acknowledgements
About C.C.
Contact C.C.
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Chapter One
“NANCY, I NEED you to…” my new coworker, Charles, came to a sudden stop in the doorway when he saw me standing at my desk, gathering my things. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, Charles, but it’s after five and I have to go.” I had errands to run and Carolena’s babysitter needed to leave by six-thirty.
“We really need to discuss these numbers, Nancy.”
I sighed as he, yet again, called me by the wrong name. I’d corrected him several times since he began working here nearly a month ago. Obviously, listening skills were not high on his list of priorities.
“Unfortunately, I have somewhere I need to be so we will have to talk tomorrow.” I kept my voice pleasant but firm.
“No, you work from home tomorrow and I’d rather do this face-to-face. We need to take care of this as soon as possible, so let’s just do it right now.”
I bristled at his attitude. He was a project manager, like me, not my superior. My sensitivity might also have something to do with the fact that he couldn’t be bothered to learn something as simple as my name.
“I told you, I can’t. If you want to meet with me in-person, you’ll have to wait until Friday.”
“Look, Nancy, this is important and it won’t take long. Surely, you can spare me thirty minutes of your time?”
His impatient, condescending tone took me from annoyed to straight up pissed off. The fact that he called me Nancy again just added fuel to the fire of my temper.
I slung my bag over my shoulder, grabbed my name placard off my desk, and marched over to Charles.
He was a good looking man, handsome in an All-American sort of way. His light brown hair was streaked with blond, as though he spent a lot of time outside, and he had beautiful blue eyes that had hints of green. He had chiseled features, including cheekbones I would kill for and a sharp jaw line that flexed as he looked down at me. His full mouth was currently flattened with annoyance.
If he wasn’t such a jackass, I might have been attracted to him. I ignored the quiver in my belly as I stared up at his face and told myself it was irritation, not desire. Though considering my track record with men, it would figure that I would be attracted to the first jerk I met after my divorce.
I lifted up my name plate and pointed to my name. “Listen, Charles, my name is Yancy. Sounds like Nancy but starts with a ‘Y’. ‘Y’ as in yellow. Or how about ‘Y’ as in You’re an asshole. To answer your question, no I cannot spare thirty minutes of my time because I have an eighteen month old daughter to get home to. Incidentally, she is the reason that Judith, our boss allows me to work from home two days a week, which, last time I checked, wasn’t against company policy! I realize you’re new here but let me give you a little piece of advice. It’s incredibly rude to continually call a coworker by the wrong name and then walk into their office after hours and expect that they’d happily stay late for you.” I slapped my name plate against his chest. “Now, I have to get going because my babysitter needs to leave by six-thirty.”
I went to move around him, but hesitated when I remembered one other thing I wanted to say. “Oh, and in the future, if you want to meet with me, schedule it before the end of the work day, or at least try to give me a couple hours notice if it’s an emergency so I can make alternate child care arrangements.”
Then he had to go and make things worse. “I don’t see why your husband can’t watch her for a few hours if you have to work late,” he scoffed.
I thought my head was going to explode from the incessant pounding as all the blood rushed up into my skull. I hadn’t been this worked up since before my divorce over a year ago. He had no right to speak to me this way. “Not that it’s any of your damn business, Charles, but let me bring you up to speed on a few things. I’m a single mother and not by choice. My ex-husband decided that parenting a sick child was not what he signed up for when our two month old daughter was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis so he just up and left us. Judith was kind enough to look into company policy and see if I could spend a little more time at home with her given we haven’t seen or heard from the bastard since. You have a nice day now, ya hear?”
With that, I nudged him out of my office, locked the door, and stormed off. I hated that I had been forced to explain myself to him. What I detested even more, was that I lost my temper. I almost never yelled and certainly didn’t go around calling people assholes. Even when my ex-husband left, I didn’t scream or throw things. This kind of anger was completely atypical for me, but, for some reason, Charles Faulkner managed to kindle it with very little effort.
It took the entire drive home for me to calm down. Typically, the commute only took around thirty or forty minutes, but, today of all days, traffic was horrendous. I had plenty of time to stew.
I despised getting worked up over someone like Charles. He was obviously married to his job and expected everyone else to be as well. I was dedicated, but I also had a life outside of work.
When I pulled into my driveway, my blood pressure was still high, though I was a lot calmer. I climbed out of my car and hauled my purse and laptop case out of the back seat. My temples throbbed with the remnants of irritation and stress. My front door opened as soon as my foot touched the first step and Kathy, Carolena’s babysitter, stood before me with my baby girl in her arms.
Carolena smiled and giggled, clapping her hands. “Mamamamama,” she babbled, her chubby limbs stopping their
motion to reach for me.
Immediately, the headache was muted by the sheer joy that radiated from her sweet face. I jogged up the last two steps and hurried into the house. After I dumped my bags on the bench by the front door, I took my baby girl from Kathy and hugged her tightly. As her arms wrapped around my neck, I forgot all about Charles Faulkner and his rude behavior. Everything that mattered to me most, I held in my arms.
I buried my face into her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of baby lotion and shampoo. She giggled and squealed as I blew a raspberry against her skin.
“Did you already have a bath?” I asked her.
She threw both arms in the air. “Ducky!”
Kathy smiled at me over Carolena’s shoulder as she closed the front door. “She got a little excited at dinner time and decided that spaghetti sauce made good hair gel. We also did her nebulizer treatment after she was done in the bath.”
“Nummy,” Carolena muttered, burrowing her head into my shoulder.
It was obvious my baby missed me during the day and I resented the guilt I felt, even as I smiled at her words. If Coop had continued to pay child support, I could have taken a job that paid a little less but allowed me to work from home all the time.
“Thanks for bathing her and handling her breathing treatment, Kathy.”
Honestly, I was a little sad I didn’t get to give Carolena her bath, even though I appreciated that I would have one less chore that night. I felt as though I spent so little time with my baby as it was. Bath time was a pleasant part of our routine since my little girl loved the water and enjoyed her lotion rubdown after even more.
Lena and I waved good-bye to Kathy. She would come in for six hours tomorrow and I would do most of my work during the time she was there or while the baby slept. Working from home had its advantages, but it could get a little tricky if Lena decided to throw a fit while I was on a conference call or pound her sticky fingers all over my laptop, but it worked.
After Carolena was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis and Coop left, I didn’t know what I was going to do. One day, I broke down in my office, sobbing, and that’s how Judith found me. She brought me a cup of tea and handed me tissues as I told her the whole story. Not just about Carolena being ill, but also about how Coop decided that parenting a sick child wasn’t in his life plans.
Judith calmed me down, sent me home, and then called me into her office the next day. I was certain I was about to be reprimanded but she explained that, while most employees worked on site, there was flexibility in company policy to allow some to work partially from home. I couldn’t believe the opportunity she was offering me.
It was working. I still hated that I wasn’t home with Carolena every day, but someone had to pay the bills. I got the best of both worlds.
“Mama!” A little hand smacked my shoulder to punctuate the word.
I blinked at my daughter and smiled. “Baby.”
Lena grinned back at me.
Hefting her higher on my hip, I walked through the house toward my bedroom. “Alrighty, let Mama change out of her work clothes, then we can play.”
Clapping, she parroted, “Play!”
After I changed and pulled my hair up into a ponytail, I spent the next hour on the floor with my daughter, playing with dolls, reading books, and singing songs. Then I rocked her before bed, her little head resting on my bicep and her eyes on mine as she fingered the small silver medallion I wore around my neck. It had her name engraved on one side and her birthday on the other.
My heart was full of love as I stared down at my sleepy girl. I looked forward to these times, when I could hold her close and enjoy the cuddles and sweetness. I also looked forward to my days at home with her. They were sometimes stressful, but it was nice to be here with her all day, even if I had to spend part of that time in my home office.
After I kissed her and put her in her crib, I took the baby monitor and went into the office. I wanted to get as much work done as possible so that my day tomorrow would be mostly answering emails and taking phone calls. It made it easier for me to eat breakfast and lunch with Carolena and maybe even play with her a bit before her naps.
I just hoped that my argument with Charles didn’t jeopardize my ability to work from home. As I thought more about the situation, I wondered if maybe I had overreacted just a bit. I mean, it was annoying that he couldn’t remember my name after four weeks of working in the same office, but calling someone an asshole at work, well, that wasn’t exactly professional either. His inappropriate comments were no excuse for me to sink to his level.
I treasured my flexible work schedule since it allowed me to spend more time at home. If I lost it, it would just be one more thing that made me want to smack him every time I saw him. I decided I had to apologize to him, even if his arrogant attitude and constant need to call me Nancy drove me crazy.
I sighed and resolutely put Charles Faulkner out of my mind. While I couldn’t control what he did in response to our disagreement, I could control my reactions and I had work to do.
Chapter Two
WHEN I CHECKED my email the next morning, I discovered a politely worded message from Charles Faulkner regarding a discrepancy in an account our departments shared. I assumed that was why he wanted to meet with me last night. A discussion of this discovery would have only taken twenty minutes or so and we would have had time for that meeting had he come to see me a half hour earlier. I shook my head as I downloaded the attachment he’d included.
I spent the next hour going over the Excel file with careful attention to detail until I found the reason for the inconsistency. There was an error in one of the spreadsheets and, while it wasn’t a large mistake, it did affect the rest of the workbook, which then became a sizeable error on one of the largest accounts handled by our company. The entire twenty page workbook would have to be corrected and double checked, then proposals and business plans would have to be rewritten. This was suddenly a huge problem.
Unfortunately, I knew why the mistake hadn’t been caught before. Darla McQueen, the woman who used to be in Charles’ position, had issues with addiction. Though the company offered her a leave of absence while she went through rehab, she decided it would be best to resign and start fresh elsewhere once she was further along in her recovery. I knew she had been the other supervisor in charge of this account and it was very likely she made the mistake before her personal problems were discovered.
While I only handled half the information in the workbook, I should have checked her work. That was why Judith paired us up. Typically, I only skimmed the material until all the information was compiled and collated, then I would double check everything. Unfortunately, the project was still incomplete, which meant I hadn’t done my detailed review.
What a mess. I continued to make notes as I completed my analysis of the file. Charles explained in his email that he had scheduled a meeting with Judith later this morning to go over his findings so there was no reason for me to contact her as well. However, I would definitely touch base with her tomorrow when I was back in the office. Since Charles was new, it was unlikely he knew much about this account and Judith would not like the fact that this mistake had been missed by the rest of us. I assumed a staff meeting for all the project managers involved with this account was imminent. Judith was a tough, brilliant, demanding boss, but she was also fair. While I would catch hell for this, she probably wouldn’t put an official reprimand in my personnel files. However, that could easily change if this mishap wasn’t fixed ASAP.
The growling of my stomach interrupted my concentration around noon. As I emerged from my home office, I smelled something delicious cooking. I walked into the kitchen to find Kathy at the stove with a pot of soup simmering on one burner and a sandwich browning in a pan on another.
“Wow, that smells great,” I said, rubbing my stomach. “What’s for lunch?”
This was another thing I loved about Kathy. She cooked lunch for Carolena and I on the days I worked from home and of
ten made us dinner. Sometimes I would throw something together in the slow cooker or put together a casserole in the morning before work, but I didn’t always have time.
“Hot ham and cheese sandwiches and vegetable soup,” she answered, expertly flipping the sandwich she was making with a spatula.
“Sounds perfect.”
I walked over to Carolena, who was settled in her high chair, banging a couple of toys on the tray.
“Hi, baby.”
She grinned up at me, her tiny teeth shining. “Mama!”
I gave her a kiss on the top of her head and helped Kathy finish lunch. I loved this part of working from home. I got to eat a meal with my daughter and listen to her jabber nonsense as she ate half her food and then made a mess with the rest. Another upside was that I didn’t have to clean up afterwards.
When we were all done eating, I thanked Kathy for lunch and kissed my baby girl before Kathy took her to the bedroom for a breathing treatment and her afternoon nap. I went back to my office and sat at my desk, staring at the wall and thinking about the crazy direction my life had taken.
Cooper Stevens seemed like a great catch when I met him four years ago. He was sweet and funny. Maybe he’d been a little goofy and flaky too, but everyone had flaws. He swept me off my feet. Within six months, we were engaged. A year after that, we were married.
Since we didn’t want to have a family for a few years, I tried the Pill, but the hormones made me violently ill. Then, a couple months into our marriage, one of our condoms broke. Nine months later, Carolena was born.
That’s when the cracks started to appear in Coop’s facade. At first, I thought it was typical guy stuff and he was having trouble adjusting to an infant in the house. Still, he just didn’t seem interested in Carolena. I literally had to force him out of bed if I wanted him to change a diaper in the middle of the night, which I didn’t do often because his payback would involve pouting about it for days after. The few times I left the baby with him while I ran errands, I returned home to find her screaming in her crib with a dirty diaper. I quickly reached my limit over his complete disregard for our daughter’s welfare and, when I yelled at him for leaving her to sit in a shitty diaper yet again, he outright refused to ‘babysit’ her again. I had been so furious that I slept in her room for over a week and didn’t speak to him the entire time. After six days of that, he brought me flowers and apologized. He seemed to be making more of an effort, getting up a few nights a week to feed her or change her, but I could still see that he was emotionally distanced from our daughter.