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came pulling up in only a few minutes. “Hello Miss Mercado!” Yury’s voice sang as he jumped out of the cab to open the back door for her. He really was a kind soul and nodded his head happily as she climbed into the back of her cab.
“Thank you, Yury,” she said. The drive home was anything but quiet. Yury was so excited that she had thought of him that he talked to her the entire way back to Brooklyn. She could hardly get a word in edgewise between his happy jabbering and the foreign music he was playing on the radio. She paid him after arriving at her apartment, and he thanked her profusely. “I’m going to keep your card, Yury,” she said with a smile, “that was honestly a fun cab ride.”
“Thank you, Miss Mercado!” he said while opening the door for her.
She headed inside, hauling herself up the two flights of stairs. Once inside her apartment, she immediately threw off her high heels. Her feet were killing her. She made herself some lunch, and afterwards she plopped herself down on her futon. Kerry’s offer was the only thing she could think about. Desperately, she tried to reason with herself as to why she should not take him up on his deal.
It would be selling out. That was one reason she had left MIT. She had wanted to be a part of the garage, especially in her family’s time of need. The money was very tempting, though, especially if she could buy back the garage. Her mind went back and forth. She felt incredibly torn. It was starting to make her sick to her stomach. At last she decided to call her Uncle Tito to tell him all about the offer.
He was at the garage when she called. She could tell in his voice that he was very eager to hear all about this mysterious Mr. O’Brian, whom she now referred to as Kerry. Tito was absolutely exuberant when she told him about the offer. “What do you mean you’re not sure? Mercedes, this is amazing!” his voice rang out over the phone.
Mercedes had lied down on the futon; she held the phone to her ear and propped up her feet on a worn-out pillow. “I don’t want to sell out.”
“Sell out? You’re not a sell out! Mercedes, please, consider this. It’s $200,000! And if you do well he might even hire you for future projects. Can you imagine? Your father would be so proud of you, Mercedes,” he said. She hated it when Tito used her father to persuade her, but she wondered if in this moment he was right.
“What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?” He laughed, “Mercedes, baby girl, don’t throw something like this away because of me. I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe I could use the money to buy back the garage,” Mercedes said, catching herself daydreaming about bringing the garage back to its former glory, “We could get it up and running again. Get it fixed up too.” She smiled, imagining working in a garage that’s bathroom did not overflow once a month. There might would even be enough money left over to give the place a new paint job; it certainly needed it. The question was whether or not it was worth working for people, for suits, like Kerry O’Brian.
“Maybe,” Tito said. “I think you should take the offer regardless. It’s good money, and it’s a good opportunity.”
Mercedes sighed, “All right, I’ll call him. I’ll take the offer.” Mercedes hung up with her uncle. She remained lying down on the futon, staring up at her ceiling. The ceiling was full of cracks and dings; she could pay to get that fixed to. Hell, she would be able to afford a better apartment all together. She had not even thought about what would happen if Kerry hired her for additional jobs. She debated for only a moment
“Thank you, Yury,” she said. The drive home was anything but quiet. Yury was so excited that she had thought of him that he talked to her the entire way back to Brooklyn. She could hardly get a word in edgewise between his happy jabbering and the foreign music he was playing on the radio. She paid him after arriving at her apartment, and he thanked her profusely. “I’m going to keep your card, Yury,” she said with a smile, “that was honestly a fun cab ride.”
“Thank you, Miss Mercado!” he said while opening the door for her.
She headed inside, hauling herself up the two flights of stairs. Once inside her apartment, she immediately threw off her high heels. Her feet were killing her. She made herself some lunch, and afterwards she plopped herself down on her futon. Kerry’s offer was the only thing she could think about. Desperately, she tried to reason with herself as to why she should not take him up on his deal.
It would be selling out. That was one reason she had left MIT. She had wanted to be a part of the garage, especially in her family’s time of need. The money was very tempting, though, especially if she could buy back the garage. Her mind went back and forth. She felt incredibly torn. It was starting to make her sick to her stomach. At last she decided to call her Uncle Tito to tell him all about the offer.
He was at the garage when she called. She could tell in his voice that he was very eager to hear all about this mysterious Mr. O’Brian, whom she now referred to as Kerry. Tito was absolutely exuberant when she told him about the offer. “What do you mean you’re not sure? Mercedes, this is amazing!” his voice rang out over the phone.
Mercedes had lied down on the futon; she held the phone to her ear and propped up her feet on a worn-out pillow. “I don’t want to sell out.”
“Sell out? You’re not a sell out! Mercedes, please, consider this. It’s $200,000! And if you do well he might even hire you for future projects. Can you imagine? Your father would be so proud of you, Mercedes,” he said. She hated it when Tito used her father to persuade her, but she wondered if in this moment he was right.
“What about you?” she asked.
“What about me?” He laughed, “Mercedes, baby girl, don’t throw something like this away because of me. I’ll be fine.”
“Maybe I could use the money to buy back the garage,” Mercedes said, catching herself daydreaming about bringing the garage back to its former glory, “We could get it up and running again. Get it fixed up too.” She smiled, imagining working in a garage that’s bathroom did not overflow once a month. There might would even be enough money left over to give the place a new paint job; it certainly needed it. The question was whether or not it was worth working for people, for suits, like Kerry O’Brian.
“Maybe,” Tito said. “I think you should take the offer regardless. It’s good money, and it’s a good opportunity.”
Mercedes sighed, “All right, I’ll call him. I’ll take the offer.” Mercedes hung up with her uncle. She remained lying down on the futon, staring up at her ceiling. The ceiling was full of cracks and dings; she could pay to get that fixed to. Hell, she would be able to afford a better apartment all together. She had not even thought about what would happen if Kerry hired her for additional jobs. She debated for only a moment
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