Chapter 9

I decided to just be as honest as I could. "My family recently fell upon hard times, and we could use the extra money. I saw the salary you are offering to tutor this child, and it was an opportunity I couldn't resist. It's also a job I can do after my own school hours, so my studies won't fall behind," I answered, "Are you free this afternoon? I will text you an address to meet at, and you can meet with Master Matthew before you decide on anything," he suggested. I smiled. This was better than nothing, "I would like that," I told him. It didn't take long for Adam to send the address via text message after we hung up. It was late morning, and I wanted to meet him in a couple of hours. Tguyetto gets dressed and calls for an Uber. I decided to dress in comfortable clothing, something that I could easily move around in. I took a shower, made a small bite to eat, making sure to leave my mother extra food in case she was feeling up to eating today, and then I called for an Uber. It didn't take long for the Uber to arrive. I got into the backseat of the car, and soon I was off to the Silver Crescent pack. The Silver Crescent pack was the largest in the world, and it was filled with modern luxuries. Most of the pack members were swimming in money, and they made sure all surrounding packs knew that fact. People from other packs were allowed to travel to different packs, as long as they had proper ID. Gammas were stationed at the borders, examining visitors before they allowed entry. Every packmate had an ID, including children. Both the Uber driver and I had our IDs ready before we reached the border. This pack belonged to Gavin Landry, and though his pack wasn't far from mine, I never actually stepped foot in it before. For a second, I thought the driver pulled up to the wrong house. He stopped in front of a gorgeous, auge, villa. It looked just like a hotel resort, right down to the gorgeous marble water fountain statue out front. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked the driver, still staring up at the large and rustic-looking building. "Yes, ma'am," he answered. I thanked him and got out of the car. As I started towards the large set of stairs that led to the front doors, the doorway opened, and a tall man with greying hair and pale blue eyes stood in front of me. He had a kind smile on his lips and bowed as I approached him. "Good afternoon; you must be Judy Montague," the deep voice said, and I immediately recognized the voice to be Adams. "Yes, sir," I said, smiling at him. "I am Adam Conners. You may call Adamm. I am the butler at the estate, and I've been personally assigned as the caretaker for Master Matthew when his father isn't home." "What about his mother?" I found myself asking. It's... a complicated story," Adam said. “She isn't in the picture, though. Master Matthew is out back right now practicing his archery with another potential tutor." My stomach dropped; there was someone else here seeking the tutoring job? That meant I had to fight for this position. I followed him outside and across the green grass field; in the distance, I saw the archery set up. A young woman, maybe a little older thanwas trying to teach him. But he seemed to be giving her attitude and yelling at her. She was paling even more by the second, a nd by the time they reached them, she was in tears. "I can't do this," she cried, backing away from the boy. "I'm sorry." She ran without another word; only the sounds of her sobs could be heard. Adam sighed and looked as if he aged another few years as he watched her go. Matthew didn't seem phased, though; his thick brows were tilted downward as he struggled to hit his target with the arrows. I could tell he was growing frustrated; he kept grunting and groaning as he pulled back the string and released the arrow, only for the arrow to land a few feet in front of him, sticking out of the ground. "Can I see?" I asked. Feet to m He glanced from over his shoulder with a frown. He sized up, his eyes scanning from my feet to my head. I never felt so judged by a 7-year-old in my life. But maintained a cool posture with a soft smile. He eventually relented and handed the bow and arrow. With little to no effort, I pulled the string back and allowed the arrow to fly through the air and towards the target: It hit the bullseye with a loud thud. Matthew gasped. Whoah..." he said with wide eyes. I smirked as I grabbed another arrow from the quiver and repeated the process seven times quicker, hitting the spot. Right to the one I just hit. His mouth was practically on the ground, as was Adam's. The content is novelenglish.nett! Matthew looked up at Adam in awe. "What is her name?"