"So, that means you will stay here now that you've been transferred to this city?" Mom eyed me, stirring the soup on the stove. Her voice radiated felicity.
Peeling another pea, I shrugged. "I don't know know. I'm thinking to apply for another transfer. Maybe they will consider it?"
Staying here wasn't an option for me, but leaving this job, well, I couldn't take this risk. I'd dreamed to work at companies like this, and now that I finally got the chance, I couldn't just throw it away. The one thing that didn't make any sense was, Coopers Fabrics was one of the most successful textile companies, then what happened all of a sudden that they had to sell it overnight?
"I didn't know you hate this city that much," she said, her tone fragile.
I sighed. "I don't hate it here, Mom. It's just, I told you, all my plans are made around NY. And I can't just ignore them just like that."
"Do you think I'm a fool
