Chapter 856
As for taking a break… Once the school year got underway, the tutor could take breaks whenever she pleased with that kind of income!
The teacher asked, “Should I arrange tutors for her classes, too?”
“Yeah,” Zane said. “Don’t sweat the cost. I’ll make sure they’re compensated at the same rate as you. But I’ve got high expectations.
“I want both kids to really grasp what they’re learning in a way that clicks for them. And if this arrangement works out, I might just stick with you for the next nine years.”
The teacher’s heart pounded. Earning 200 thousand dollars a year meant she’d bring in 1.8 million in nine years!
Without a moment’s hesitation, she answered, “You can count on me. No matter how high the bar is set, I’ll make sure we clear it.”
The money was more than enough to keep her driven.
“I’ll leave it in your hands,” Zane said.
“Absolutely!”
The moment the teacher hung up, she opened her laptop and dove into organizing the classes.
First, she focused on the core elementary subjects—Language Arts, Math, and Science. Next, she added seven more classes, including Physical Education, Music, and Art.
For tutors, she chose only colleagues she trusted and knew could handle the job. At first, every teacher tried to turn her down, but once they heard about the salary, they all agreed without a second thought.
Once everything was finalized, the teacher called Zane. “I’ve arranged seven subjects, both core and supplementary. Is this too much? I can cut two if necessary.”
Zane didn’t bat an eye. “No, it’s fine. Go ahead as planned. There’ll be two kids. The other is my daughter Willow’s close friend, Penelope.”
The teacher smiled. “No problem at all. We’ll ensure they’re taught properly.”
“I appreciate your effort,” Zane said, his voice calm.
“You’re welcome,” she replied graciously.
After he hung up, Zane turned to face me.
“Well?” I asked.
Zane let out a long breath. “It’s all taken care of.”
“Good.”
Without another word, I headed for the stairs. Zane kept close on my heels.
“Sometimes I can’t get past the idea. Is it really right to pack her schedule like this, especially at her age? Shouldn’t she just be out there, enjoying herself while she has the chance?”
It was the age-old parenting debate,
wasn’t it?
muchhe fear of piling too
l.ne
much on a kid and the dread of what might unravel without some
structure to hold things together.
Zane was stuck in the middle of it, pulled in two directions. I didn’t have the same worries.
“The only way she’s going to figure
out what she really wants is by pushing herself and honing her mind. Otherwise, what’s the end goal? Spending all her time kicking back with friends? Like Shane’s friends?”
A picture popped into Zane’s head—Willow becoming one of those trust-fund kids. He shook his head. “No. Definitely not that.”
I gave a small smile. “Then stop second-guessing everything. She still gets to have fun every day. It’s not like we’re pushing her too hard.”
Zane followed me into the bedroom, slipping his arms around my waist from behind.
Caught off guard, I looked over my shoulder. “What’s going on?”