I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 69: New Job?

Barbara found herself in a place she never thought she’d return to. "Barbara, dear, you’re needed now," came the sweet, familiar voice of her mother. It was the same voice she had heard over the phone just a day ago, when she had broken down, confessing for the first time how desperately she needed help—since she had run away from home.

She stepped into her father’s home office, a room that exuded quiet sophistication. The space was bathed in warm light filtering through tall windows. Mahogany shelves lined the walls, crammed with books that seemed to have traveled from another time, their spines worn and titles faded. A large oak desk sat in the center, polished to a gleam, with neatly stacked papers, an antique globe, and a brass lamp with a green shade casting a soft glow.

As she entered, Barbara caught a glimpse of her mother standing by the door. Her mother offered a kind, soft smile, one that Barbara couldn’t help but return, though her heart was heavy. Then she stepped fully into the room, her attention drawn to the man sitting behind the desk.

Her father. A scholarly figure, his graying hair neatly combed back, glasses perched low on his nose as he pored over a thick leather-bound book. He wore a tailored suit, even here, as though he had just stepped out of a boardroom. He was the picture of intellect and authority, and the sight of him made Barbara’s stomach tighten. She took a gulp of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Stopping a few feet from his desk, Barbara stood stiffly, her hands clasped in front of her. "Good morning, Father," she said, her voice steady despite the weight in her chest.

Her father lifted his gaze, looking at her for a long moment. Then, with a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair. "Look at you," he said finally, his tone somewhere between disdain and sadness. His sharp eyes swept over her, taking in every detail. Barbara dropped her gaze, unable to meet his.

"You couldn’t live with yourself, could you?" he said, his voice low but cutting. "And where did you end up? Back here. Back to me."

As Barbara stood there, tense and unsure, her mother, who had been standing quietly at the back, finally spoke up. "Honey, I’ve told you to drop that attitude. Our daughter is back after so long; you should be happy," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Her father, however, scoffed, his gaze never leaving Barbara. "We all know why she’s back, don’t we?" he muttered bitterly. "It’s not because of some heartfelt reunion. It’s because of money."

Barbara’s mother shot him a sharp glare, but he didn’t seem to notice. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, clearly irritated. He turned his attention back to Barbara, his tone sharp. "Well, what do you want?"

Barbara, feeling the sting of his words but knowing there was no turning back, gathered every last ounce of courage she had. "Well… if you could loan me some money, I would be grateful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her father’s reaction was immediate. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing, before he erupted into laughter. It was a harsh, mocking sound that filled the room, and Barbara flinched at it.

"Are you kidding me?" he bellowed between laughs. "You come crawling back after all this time, and now you want money?"

His wife, looking horrified, shouted, "Honey, please!"

But her father only turned to Barbara, his voice dripping with contempt. "I should loan you my money so you and that gambling-addict husband of yours can waste it like you did the others? Is that what you want?" His words stung like a slap, and Barbara’s eyes flashed with anger.

Before she could respond, he held up a hand, silencing her. "No, you’re going to work. I have a job for you."

"Work?" Barbara echoed in disbelief, her voice tinged with surprise. She had hoped for some form of mercy, but this… this was something she hadn’t expected.

Barbara had always been a dreamer. From a young age, she envisioned herself living the life of a princess—surrounded by luxury, with everything at her fingertips. She was lucky, born into a very rich family, with a mother who doted on her, showering her with love and attention. But despite the wealth, life wasn’t as perfect as she had hoped.

As the only child of her parents, and with her mother unable to have more children, Barbara grew up in an environment where attention and expectations were solely focused on her. Her father, a businessman with a sharp mind and strict principles, believed in preparing her to take over the family legacy. But instead of embracing it, Barbara felt stifled. Her father’s lessons were endless—homeschooling, business strategies, and the weight of a family empire on her young shoulders.

What Barbara truly wanted, however, was a life of ease—a life where she could drive exotic cars, fly on private jets, and jet-set to glamorous destinations. But that was not her reality. She yearned for a life of luxury, not responsibility.

And then, at one of her father’s parties, she met him—a charming, rich man who promised her an escape from the strict confines of her father’s control. Two months into knowing him, Barbara chose to leave it all behind. She ran away with him, imagining the life she had always dreamed of.

At first, everything seemed perfect. They lived in a whirlwind of luxury, flying from one destination to another, indulging in every desire Barbara had ever imagined. She spent her new husband’s money on her fantasies, living a life of excess without a care.

But as quickly as the good times had come, the reckless spending caught up with them. While Barbara spent freely, so did her husband. Before they knew it, their wealth had evaporated, and the fairy tale they’d built crumbled. They were broke, left with nothing but the remnants of the dreams Barbara had once chased.

Even though Barbara had urged Joe, her husband, countless times that they needed to get a job, her words were more like a silent plea for him to "man up" and take control of their situation. She knew herself too well—if you asked her to name any luxury brand from A to Z, she could do it without hesitation. But if you told her to print a resume or even apply for a job, she would freeze. The concept of work beyond spending money was foreign to her.

Her father, however, was a man of practicality. He had always seen through her, recognizing her unique set of skills—or lack thereof. His expectations had never been easy, and now, standing in front of him, Barbara couldn’t help but feel a sense of shock when he said, "I have a job for you."

She looked at him, disbelief spreading across her face.

Her father, noticing her reaction, smiled, a small, knowing smile. "Yes, a job," he repeated, his voice calm but firm.

The words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking in. Barbara’s heart raced. Was he serious? After all these years of avoiding any real responsibility, her father was offering her a task—a job? She had no idea what it could be, but it was clear that this wasn’t a simple favor.

And that was how Barbara found herself in New York, stepping into a sleek, modern office space that radiated success. The walls were glass, offering a panoramic view of the city’s skyline. Polished marble floors gleamed beneath her feet, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee. The room was filled with people, all dressed in immaculate outfits, a blend of high fashion and business attire. There were six of them in total, all here for the same mysterious interview, including Barbara.

A woman to her left caught her attention first. She was tall, with striking blonde hair styled in an effortless wave, her sharp cheekbones accentuated by the bold red lipstick she wore. Her outfit was sleek and modern—a black leather blazer paired with a crisp white blouse and high-waisted trousers, finished off with pointed-toe boots. She exuded power and confidence, like someone who had mastered the art of making a statement without saying a word.

Next, a man with dark, wavy hair and a meticulously groomed beard leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. He wore a tailored navy suit that hugged his frame perfectly, a silk tie that added just the right amount of color, and classic oxford shoes that gleamed in the light. He carried himself like someone who was always in control, with an aura of sophistication that was hard to ignore.

On the other side of the room, there was a woman whose fashion sense was all about bold, edgy choices. Her hair was a fiery red pixie cut, and she wore a chunky gold necklace that made her look like a high-fashion street style icon. Her oversized blazer was plaid, with an asymmetric hem, and her black skinny jeans were tucked into knee-high boots with silver studs along the edges. She stood confidently with her arms crossed, exuding an aura of someone who wasn’t afraid to challenge the norm.

A few feet away from her, a man stood, casually sipping from a coffee cup, his outfit effortlessly stylish. His soft, light brown curls fell into his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of sleek sunglasses. He wore a vintage-inspired bomber jacket with a subtle designer logo, paired with a simple white t-shirt and slim-fit trousers that showcased his impeccable taste. He seemed more relaxed than the others, but still undeniably stylish—like he didn’t need to try too hard to impress.

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Then, there was the woman sitting at the sleek glass table in front of them, her presence calm yet assured. She had short, jet-black hair styled in a chic bob, and her ensemble was all about elegance—an ivory silk blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt, and soft pink pumps that added a delicate touch to her look. She had an air of sophistication, someone who could move easily between boardrooms and fashion runways with equal grace.

Lastly, Barbara couldn’t help but notice the person beside her—someone who had been a mystery to her since she walked in. His tailored gray suit looked like it had been custom-made for his lean frame, the rich fabric catching the light in a way that made it almost impossible to ignore. His perfectly polished shoes and the silver cufflinks on his wrists seemed to add the finishing touch to his elegant look. His dark eyes held a depth that suggested he was not easily impressed, but there was something intriguing about the way he watched her, almost like he was assessing her without a word.

As Barbara surveyed the room, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t belong here. She was used to luxury, yes, but this? This was something else entirely. She muttered under her breath, her words barely audible: "What kind of job is luxury curator, self?" The question hung in the air, the uncertainty bubbling up inside her. What had she gotten herself into?

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