Black Single Dad Drove His Boss’s Daughter Home—She Whispered “Take Me Somewhere Private”

Black Single Dad Drove His Boss’s Daughter Home—She Whispered “Take Me Somewhere Private”

Chapter 29

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Gerald was quiet for a moment, then quietly, no. Then we both know what this is. Gerald said nothing, but he held Daniel's gaze and in that silence said everything he couldn't put in writing. Daniel nodded. Thank you for being straight with me.

Gerald closed the folder. The review is effective immediately. HR will have a copy by end of day. After he left, Daniel sat in his office for 7 minutes. He looked at his desk at the root maps on the wall at the photo of Amara on his shelf, the one from last summer, where she was holding a fish she'd caught at his brother's place in Atlanta, looking at it with a mixture of triumph and disgust that had made him laugh so hard he'd nearly dropped his own rod.

He picked up his phone, called Marcus. I need to talk, Daniel said. Talk, Marcus said immediately. They put something in my personnel file. Vague enough to survive an HR audit specific enough to follow me if I try to leave on a reference.

Marcus was quiet for exactly 2 seconds. How long do you have before it gets worse? I don't know, a quarter maybe. Depends on how patient Richard decides to be. And if you stay, I stay in a shrinking box until the box is too small and leaving looks like my choice.

You need to go first, Marcus said. I know the Atlanta thing, Ree. I know, Daniel. You've been sitting on that call for 3 weeks. I know that, too.

What are you waiting for? He looked at Amara's photo, at the fish, at her face. I'm not waiting, he said. I just needed to be sure I wasn't running. What's the difference?

Running is leaving because you're scared. Going is leaving because you know what you're going toward. Marcus was quiet for a beat. And which one is this? Daniel looked at the root maps.

The six years of work on those walls. The career he'd built here stone by stone. Every route optimized. Every contract renewed. Every driver on his team knowing their supervisor would go to bat for them.

Going," he said. He called Calvin Ree that afternoon. The conversation lasted 22 minutes. The position was senior director of fleet operations, managing a regional network, three times the size of Whitmore's current footprint. The salary was 30% higher.

The equity structure included a performance bonus that in year two could change what the word stability meant for Amara's future. In a way Daniel had stopped letting himself imagine. Reys asked when he could be available. Daniel said 60 days. They shook hands over the phone the way men do when they've made a decision and both of them know it's real.

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