Once my meeting with Kate Wilson was over, I grabbed the sandwich she bought me along with a to-go cup of ice water and went back to my job. It felt too weird being out, so I had to get back to my comfortable routine before my brain decided to have a breakdown. Also I needed to request time off as soon as possible for the move into my great grandmother's house.

The thought to quit right away tempted me, but I needed to keep working until the inheritance came in. I should have been smart and asked to have the inheritance taxed right away so I didn't have to worry about it later on, but it was too late now. I'll just have to put the money aside and not touch it. Honestly, I wasn't sure how this all worked. It was all so new to me because no one left me anything before. Not even my grandparents when they passed. All that inheritance went to my parents and their siblings that I hardly ever see. This was all new to me but I was just going to trust the process.

I went straight to scheduling when I got back to my work. It was so hard to take off at this place. Another process I wasn't really familiar with. I hardly ever took off work because one day off meant less money to survive on.

When I got to my location, I looked around a little lost. It just looked like a normal office room. Two desks hugged the sides of the room along with filing cabinets and other things needed for an office. The desks were cluttered with paperwork and computers. It was hard to see the phones on them but they were hidden away in a corner on the desks.

"How can I help you?" asked one of the women in the room.

"I need to request off. I'm moving and need time to do so," I told her a little nervous.

She smiled at me, "Of course."

I watched as the woman spun around in her chair to face a filing cabinet. She opened a drawer, looked for a folder, and pulled out a sheet of paper. It surprised me that this place still did paper requests for time off.

The woman handed me the piece of paper, "You may fill out this form to request time off. But I must inform you that this doesn't guarantee that you will have off."

That was something I was familiar with. My other coworkers would complain when they made plans for a day they requested off only to have it denied. Scheduling was based on how many people request off for that day and who handed in their request form off first. The longer you waited, the harder it was to get the day off. I hoped that my request wouldn't be denied because I really needed to get out of my shady apartment fast.

As soon as I got the form in my hands, I grabbed a pen from the desk and filled it out the best I could. I wasn't sure how much I needed off, but I went for at least a week just to be safe. Just seeing that amount of no pay made me cringe. I really hope that I can survive what little I had left until the money from my great aunt came in.

Once the form was filled out I handed it to the woman. She gladly took it and placed it on her desk to review.

"Do you know how long it will be until I hear if it was approved or not?" I asked.

She glanced at the paper on her desk as she answered, "It depends if anyone else has requested off for these dates, but I can let you know in a few days."

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"Is there a way you can look it over now and let me know today?" I asked nervously.

She gave me a sympathetic smile, "How important is it?"

"It's pretty important. My great aunt died recently and I need to make sure everything is in order since she threw the responsibility at me," I told the woman. Figuring stretching the truth would work in my favor.

The woman turned to her computer and opened up the calendar. She then picked up my form and typed in a few things into her computer. I waited nervously the whole time. I'm sure only a few minutes had passed since I walked through the door, but it felt like an eternity of waiting.

Finally she spoke, "Judging by the dates you put in and the circumstances, it looks like I can give you the week off. I'll put it into the schedule right away."

Relief flooded me. "Thank you so much." I told her with a smile that showed how genuine my words were, "I'm not even sure why I was given the responsibility. I hardly knew her."

The woman smiled back, "Family can do some strange things sometimes."

I thanked her once more as she gave me an updated schedule with my time off and I left the office. For some reason I felt like I was on cloud nine as I headed to my workspace. I had three days to get all of the work I could get done. Then it was off to my great aunts stuff with all the things I could carry. Thankfully Kate Wilson was nice enough to offer to help me with the move. She probably just wanted to make sure everything went smoothly and she got a good paycheck from me.

Brushing those thoughts from my mind, I sat down at my desk and opened the program I used to create advertisements for the company I worked for. It wasn't easy to get a job with no college degree but I was able to land and assistant job in an advertisement department of a big company. It was far from what I wanted to do with my life but it was a job and it paid the bills.

It wasn't long after I started on my task that my supervisor walked up to my desk. She usually gave me all of the tasks that no one else wanted because I was the lowest paying person in the department. Also that is what it was to be an assistant and not part of an actual team.

"I see you took off for a week in three days," she mentioned as she leaned her hip against my desk, shifting some papers I needed to go through still.

I nodded my head, "I just got news that my great aunt passed away and I'm in charge of everything."

"Ouch," she said as she scrunched up her face, "That has to suck. I hope everything works out well for you."

She didn't stay any longer and walked away. Leaving me to get back to my work. Part of me knows that she was just prying to see if me taking off was anything gossip worthy. To her disappointment a death in the family isn't gossip worthy. She'll probably come up with some ridiculous story to make up for it though. The assistant hardly ever takes off and now she is going to be gone for a week.

Ignoring the potential rumors running through my head. I went back to my work. There was a lot to do in three days and if everything does go well, I won't be coming back here either.