The Gallagher House.
After hanging up the phone, Fiona, who had been unemployed for a few days, put away her phone and immediately prepared to leave. "Carl, are you going to work today?"
Carl shook his head. "Not today. Planning to go shopping with Mickey."
Shopping costs money. Fiona knew Carl had worked for half the summer and probably saved quite a bit of money. She subconsciously said, "Don't buy unnecessary things recklessly. Don't waste money."
Carl rolled his eyes and didn't make a sound.
Seeing Carl's reaction, Fiona couldn't say much more about this matter. She thought for a moment. "Then can you go later? Take care of Liam for a bit. I have to go for an interview for a new job."
Carl thought for a moment. "How late?"
Fiona glanced at the clock on the wall. "No later than 12:00 PM."
"No way, I can't wait until then," Carl refused decisively and simply.
"..." Fiona was speechless.
Going for an interview, and at a legitimate company at that, taking Liam along was definitely not an option.
Fiona couldn't help but think of Veronica again.
In the past, encountering this kind of situation, she just had to dump Liam on Veronica... Now, there was nowhere to dump him...
"Then, you take Liam with you? But you must watch him closely," Fiona couldn't think of another way, so she could only say this.
Hearing this, Carl immediately frowned.
Taking Liam out shopping was just too troublesome.
Carl wasn't willing. "Is that the only way?"
"Yeah," Fiona nodded. "Help me out."
Carl had no choice but to agree. "Alright."
Having settled Liam, Fiona didn't waste time. She soon went out, striding towards the employment agency.
Passing by 2113 North Wallace Street, which was Veronica's house, Fiona subconsciously slowed down a bit and looked into the house.
It was 8:30 in the morning.
Veronica, Kevin, and their family of four hadn't gone to work yet and were all in the house.
Fiona heard Veronica's voice. For a moment, her expression and mood were somewhat complicated.
The fact was, in the past few days, because she was certain that bastard Dexter had been targeting her and the Gallagher family from the very beginning, Fiona had thought a lot.
Veronica's matter was one of them.
Thinking about it, Fiona felt that she and Veronica became strangers mainly because that bastard Dexter was playing tricks in the dark. She felt that if it weren't for Dexter, she and Veronica wouldn't have become like this...
Because of this feeling, starting from the day before yesterday, Fiona had been considering whether to find Veronica to talk, clear things up, and try to restore their relationship.
Of course, wanting to be friends with Veronica again, Fiona's motive wasn't pure. She mainly wanted Veronica to continue helping...
It's worth mentioning that Fiona herself didn't think so; she thought she missed Veronica.
This was interesting.
Walking along, Fiona bit her lip and decided that after securing this job, she would find a chance tonight to talk to Veronica and let Veronica see the true face of that bastard Dexter.
Time flew.
9:30 AM.
Introduced by the employment agency, Fiona sat properly and solemnly on the waiting chair of the [Worldwide Cup] company.
Waiting for about five minutes, Connie walked up to Fiona, briefly looked at the materials Fiona brought, and then took Fiona to a workstation, explaining the job to her.
Listening, Fiona let out a long sigh of relief, very thankful that Connie didn't mention anything like a background check. Then, she listened to the job description very seriously.
After listening, Fiona hesitated and asked, "Connie, does this mean I start working immediately?"
"Yes, if you have no problem," Connie replied.
"I have no problem," Fiona responded hurriedly.
"Good. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me anytime," Connie said politely.
Fiona nodded heavily, then sat upright, throwing herself into work with joy in her heart.
An interesting fact is that no matter where Fiona worked, before long, she would fxxk the leader or the boss.
What was the reason for this?
---
Unknowingly, it was noon, lunch break time.
Fiona hadn't expected to work directly today, so she didn't bring lunch and had to go downstairs to buy some outside.
Outside the building, Fiona turned to a corner, lit a cigarette, then took out her phone and called Carl completely instinctively.
Carl was eating lunch at Dex Restaurant with great relish. Hearing his phone ring, he pressed answer somewhat impatiently. "What is it?"
"Carl, is Liam okay?" Fiona asked very worriedly.
Carl turned to look at Liam sitting beside him. "Very good, nothing happened."
Hearing this, Fiona breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. What are you guys doing now?"
Carl was in a hurry to eat lunch and had no interest in chatting with Fiona. After impatiently dealing with a few sentences, he hung up regardless.
Beep beep beep~~
Fiona was somewhat speechless but helpless. After all, she couldn't lose her temper with Carl since she was asking him for help. She had to take a fierce drag on her cigarette and adjust herself.
After adjusting somewhat.
Fiona called Jimmy again.
Jimmy was in Michigan, having lunch with Estefania. Seeing Fiona's call, he hurriedly got up and walked out of the restaurant to answer the phone. "Hi, Fiona, I was just about to call you."
Although deep down, she really didn't believe the two could persist in this long-distance relationship for a year, Fiona wanted to try and give them a chance. She smiled. "What a coincidence. Are you busy now? I have good news to tell you."
"Not busy, go ahead," Jimmy smiled back.
"I got a new job this morning. It's the kind of job sitting in an office," Fiona had never worked in such a fancy company before and was genuinely happy.
"Awesome!" Hearing this, Jimmy praised decisively. "What kind of company?"
"A company called Worldwide Cup, making paper cups. I'm responsible for making calls..." Fiona explained in as much detail as possible.
Jimmy listened patiently and encouraged, "I believe with your ability, you will definitely be very successful..."
After some encouragement.
Jimmy said again, "Then you have to work tomorrow too?"
"Yeah, should be. Why?" Fiona asked back.
"I plan to go back tomorrow to give you a surprise," Jimmy didn't lie.
Separated for almost a week, Fiona indeed missed Jimmy quite a bit and wanted to fxxk Jimmy.
A week without fxxking, for Fiona, was really quite a long time.
Fiona fell silent for a moment. "I don't have to work at night... but I have to get up early in the morning... How about this, I'll go ask about this company's break times later, and call you tonight to tell you."
"Okay," Jimmy wasn't too anxious about returning to the South Side.
The two chatted for a while longer, and the call ended.
At this time.
Mike, who had been standing by the food truck not far away for a short while and had long targeted Fiona, seeing Fiona hang up the phone, immediately took a silent deep breath, mustered his courage, took his lunch, and walked towards Fiona.
Fiona noticed Mike walking straight towards her, didn't understand, so she didn't move.
"Hello, I'm Mike," Mike said proactively, somewhat nervously.
"Hello, I'm Fiona," Mike wasn't ugly. Although Fiona wasn't sure what Mike wanted, she still returned a smile. "Any problem?"
Seeing Fiona smile, Mike relaxed a lot instantly. Then, he pointed to the [No Smoking] sign posted on the wall nearby.
Fiona turned to look and panicked a little, hurriedly stepping on the cigarette butt she just threw. "Sorry, I just arrived this morning, didn't know the rules. I promise I won't do it again."
Mike felt Fiona's behavior was simply too cute, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing thicker. "You better, otherwise the boss will be angry."
Hearing this, Fiona smiled habitually and frivolously, swearing, "I promise I won't smoke here again. I'll go to the roadside to smoke."
This frivolity... in a sense, must be part of the reason why Fiona kept encountering scumbags.
Mike instantly felt Fiona's cuteness increased a bit. "Going to the roadside to smoke, you'd probably be inhaling more car exhaust. Actually, our company has a smoking area. Want me to take you there?"
"By the way, I was joking just now. The boss doesn't get angry that easily."
Fiona liked this job very much, and Mike looked really handsome, and seemed like a nice person.
So.
"Sure, thanks," Fiona smiled frivolously. "You know the boss well?"
Mike nodded with a smile. "Count as relatively familiar. He's my dad."
Fiona was startled. "?????"
Not long after.
Led by Mike, the two moved towards the smoking area.
The distance wasn't far, but the relationship between the two obviously became much more familiar.
Is there pure friendship between men and women?
Hehe.
---
The Hospital.
Sammi, the intellectually disabled Chuckie, and Frank, after freeloading a lunch from Dexter, prepared to be discharged.
Why say freeloading from Dexter?
Because, according to the agreement Dexter made with the hospital before, the bill for Frank's surgery this time would be sent to Dex Restaurant and paid by Dexter.
Also because Dexter was paying, Frank was actually in a very good mood today.
There were two reasons.
One, successfully got a new liver, saved his life, and could be free and unfettered again.
Two, Dexter paying, the hospital was generous and gave a lot of meds!
Actually, relatively speaking, those meds gave Frank more happiness.
About twenty minutes later.
Sammi pushed Frank, taking Chuckie, and walked out of the hospital building beaming with joy.
"Daddy, Fiona doesn't allow me to go to the Gallagher house anymore. You come live with me, okay?" Sammi was genuinely happy for Frank and genuinely felt that since Frank successfully extended his life, she could enjoy the father-daughter affection she had long longed for.
But actually...
Actually, hearing this, the thought of getting rid of this crazy woman Sammi immediately popped up in Frank's head.
Hehe!
Just this heartless!
Just fxxking burn the bridge after crossing it, use and discard immediately.
But of course, Frank was a smart man and wouldn't be stupid enough to show this intention directly and clearly. He had to think of a clever way to get rid of Sammi.
Therefore.
Rolling his eyes, Frank spoke righteously, "Back to the Gallagher house. That's my house too. With me here, you can live however you want. What right does Fiona have to not let you live there?"
"You are my precious daughter. Who does that bitch think she is?"
Good lord.
As soon as these words came out, Sammi was instantly overjoyed, extremely happy. "Oh! Daddy! I love you!"
"..." Hearing this phrase, Frank felt like vomiting, so he had to hold back and smile. At the same time, he looked forward to Fiona unleashing her bitch spirit after returning, kicking Sammi and the retard Chuckie all out!
Of course, Sammi didn't know what Frank was thinking. While cheerfully pushing Frank towards the Gallagher house, she chattered non-stop.
Not listening for long, Frank became irritable and wanted to curse. He had to hurriedly swallow two pills to get high, otherwise, he really couldn't stand Sammi's rambling.
---
Dex Restaurant.
Lunch service ended.
Dexter left the kitchen. Seeing Carl hadn't left yet, he walked over and asked with a smile, "School starts the day after tomorrow?"
Carl had actually finished eating long ago and had been waiting for Dexter. Hearing the question, he nodded hurriedly. "Mm."
Responding, Carl said with a serious face, "Dexter, I don't want to go to school anymore, can I?"
Carl was really serious, genuinely feeling going to school was meaningless.
More importantly, Carl liked staying at the shooting range, having fun, food, drink, and earning money. He felt there was nothing better than this.
And the fact was, Dexter actually felt Carl going to school was useless too.
However, how to put it...
If Carl could avoid being illiterate, it was better not to be illiterate.
Being illiterate, the future was really limited.
Dexter grinned. "Leave Liam here, accompany me for a walk. Someone is waiting for me."
"Okay," Carl agreed very crisply.
Dexter turned to greet Veronica. "Veronica, help take care of Liam. We'll be back in a while."
"Mm," Veronica had no objection to Liam and agreed without hesitation.
Dexter and Carl walked out. Leaving the restaurant, they didn't drive, walking towards the next street.
Arriving at the next street.
Before long, the two arrived in front of a rather large, rather dilapidated two-story building.
In front of the building, a middle-aged man in a suit was waiting.
The man was one of Dexter's lawyers.
Developing here for so long, Dexter had cooperated with as many as six lawyers so far.
"You wait a while, I'll chat with the lawyer first," Dexter said to Carl.
Carl had no objection.
Dexter chatted with the lawyer for about ten minutes.
The lawyer left.
Dexter lit another cigarette and smiled at Carl. "In a while, when the procedures are done, I will tear down this building, rebuild a building, and open a South Side style luxury club."
"Expected to open around June or July next year."
"By then, do you know how much money this club can make?"
Carl never had much feeling for money. He thought for a moment. "Lots and lots?"
Dexter smiled. "Mm."
Carl didn't understand why Dexter said this.
Dexter could understand.
After all, Carl, well, his IQ was really limited.