I walked down the stairs of my house slowly. "I'm coming," I shouted to the person waiting at my door. It has been two days since the accident, and my back was feeling much better. I was taking the medications on time, and I was taking my vitamins to keep me going.

  I slowly walked over to the door and opened it.

   The person in front of me wasn't even on my mind when I thought about the possibilities. I taught about Sales Promoter, Jehovah's Witnesses, Colin, even my Neighbour but the billionaire Whyatt Wayland wasn't on my list.

  "I know my handsomeness leaves people seeking for air, but that's not why I came here,"

  I closed my mouth and rolled my eyes at him. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you."

  He frowned at me, "Why are you on your feet?"

   "There is no one else here to answer the door."

   "Your parents?" he questioned.

   "My parents are teachers, so they are usually at work at this time of the day." It was their teaching degree that got us into America. Apparently, there was a need for Math and Science teachers in the US.

   He nodded, "Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking past me into the house.

   I opened the door wider for him, trusting him. When he entered the house, I closed the door behind him.

  "Come, follow me," I mention for him to follow me then something came to my mind. "How do you know where I live?"

   "I'm a lawyer and a billionaire."

  Oh, yeah. How could I forget?

   We walked in the living room, "You can have a seat." He looked around the room and nod in approval. "It's very nice in here."

  I smiled at his approval, "Thanks, I organized it myself." Since my parents were the workers, it was my job to make sure the house was clean and tidy.

   He walked over to the black leather couch and took a seat in it, and I walked over to the other one taking a seat as well. "Would you like something to drink?"

  He shook his head, "No, I'm okay. How are you? How is your back? Sorry, I couldn't stay at the hospital. I had a court hearing to go." Today he was wearing a suit similar to the one he was wearing the day of the accident. I hadn't gotten a good look at it but enough to know it was expensive.

   "It's okay. My back is much better thanks for asking."

   "Are you taking your medications?" I looked into his green eyes as he looked in my brown ones. I didn't really understand why he was asking me these questions like he actually cared.

  "Yes, I am."

   "So, what have you been doing with your days?" he inquired.

   "Well, I'm unemployed, so I normally stay here, clean, watch tv and read." That's pretty the only thing I could I do.

  "You told me you are a paralegal." He stated, looking confused.

   "I am, but because I'm black, it's hard for me to find a job." I saw the frown on his face when I said the word black, but it's true, I am black.

  "That's crazy, where have you been applying to?" Was he really shocked about companies not giving jobs to black people?

  "Many places, but when I go to the interview, everything changes when they see my face."

  "There is nothing wrong with your face." He pointed out, making me blush a little, "Did you apply for Wayland's?

   I shook my head; I didn't want to apply for the biggest company in New York just to be turned down because of my colour. I wouldn't be able to cope.

   "You should have, once you have the qualifications we wouldn't have turned you down." Really? "We have man black lawyers and paralegals working with us, even black partners. My family isn't racist, and neither am I." Looking in his eyes as he said those words, I wanted to believe him. 

   Maybe he was telling the truth. He did put me in his expensive car and brought me to the hospital. A racist would have probably left me there to suffer in pain or worst. 

  I bent my head to looked at my hands, not sure what to say.

  The room was silent for a while until he broke it by asking, "Would you like a job?"

   I lifted my head immediately, "Yes!" I responded quickly. A job with Wayland's Law would put my career exactly where I wanted it.

  He chuckled, "Then you have one."

  "Just like that?" I asked, too shocked to really believe what was happening. Did this mean I didn't need to blackmail him then?

   "Just like that." He replied with a smile. "I might need to see a few documents first though."

   A smile lit up my face. I slowly started getting up from the couch.

  "Where are you going?" his eyebrows raised.

  "I'm going for my documents; it won't take long." I started walking slowly past him.

  "You're eager." He noticed.

  "Yea, I've been home for five months doing nothing, of course, I'm eager." I laughed as I walked over to the stairs. "I'll be right back."

   Ten minutes later, I was sitting back in my previous seat while he read through my files. I looked over at him watching to see if he'll show any emotions, but he didn't, his face remained straight and emotionless.

  He lifted his head, "So you're Jamaican."

  "Born and raised," I answered proudly.

 "It makes sense I didn't understand what you were saying when we first meet. I actually thought you were African."

  I laughed, "Really, not all black persons are Africans." 

  "Well, you just proved me wrong." He said with a chuckle. "Nice, I've never been there- to Jamaica, I mean."

  I frowned, shocked, "No way, then what are you doing with your billions. You need to visit Jamaica at least once."

  He chuckled, "Okay, I will put it on my to-do list."

  "Good."

  I smiled. If there was one thing, I enjoyed doing it was talking about my beautiful island.

  He lifted the file in his hands, "You're more than qualified to work at Wayland's. Your grades are amazing."

   "I am Jamaican," I said in a matter-of-fact voice.

  "I can see that."

  I wasn't bragging or anything, but when I moved over here, I was thirteen. The work they gave me here was worked that I did two years ago, which made me ahead of my class. But since I had to do ESL, I had to repeat eighth grade. I wasn't happy about it since it made me the oldest in class, it also makes it look like I repeated because I was dumb, when I was, in fact, the smartest. That was one of the few things I hated about America, their Education system being backwards.

  "You can start working as soon as you get better."

  "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me." I say honestly. Having a job meant that I could finally start helping with the bills around the house and paying back my student loans.

  "You're welcome, Tatiana."

  I smiled at the way he called my name. No one's ever pronounced it that way before.

  "Are you going to assign me to a lawyer immediately?" I was curious since he just accepts me just like that. If he were the boss most likely, he wouldn't know much about hiring and that stuff.

  "You're already assigned."

  I frowned not understanding fully, "What do you mean?"

  "Well, my paralegal quit yesterday, so I'm giving you her job. You'll work with me." He said it so calm like there wasn't anything to think about.

  "Why did she quit?"

  "Oh, she said it was too much work." He said casually.

   I shook my head, "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of work." I had grown up watching my parents working hard, dealing with feisty high school children, harassment and all other things. I wasn't afraid to work to the top until I get what I wanted. My parents were a perfect example.

  "I believe you." he took out his phone and typed something then look up back at me. "I have to go now, but I want you to get these files copied so when I call you to start working you have everything ready."

  I nodded. As soon as he walked out those doors, I was going to start doing as he requested. I couldn't wait to tell my parents about my new job.

  He still from the couch so I stand from mine. He reached out and his hands for a handshake, so I place my hands in his and shake. "Welcome to Wayland's Law."

  He let go of my hands and started making his way out the door.

  When I heard his car start, I jumped up in joy.

   Getting a job at Wayland's Law meant I was one step closer to my dream of being a Lawyer, and it was all because of Whyatt Wayland, the billionaire who hit me off my bicycle.