Chapter 6
“OMG, you’re hurting my ears!”
I was silent when she glared at me.
About 30 minutes later, the car stopped.
“Get out now.”
“Where did you take me?”
“In my Aunt’s company.”
I got out of the car and saw the tall building in front of me. Is this the company she’s talking to?
Why do I seem so nervous?
We went inside.
“Just go in there, my aunt is just there for sure! Just call her Mrs. Ferrer, understood?” She muttered before she left me alone in here.
What the! Why did she leave me here alone! Damn, my heart is pounding. Just relax, Elyse, that woman will not bite you... I guess.
I push the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet, and falling headfirst into the office. Double crap- me and my two left feet! I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mrs. Ferrer's office, and gentle hands are around me, helping me to stand.
I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Wow, she’s so beautiful.
“Are you okay, Miss?” she asks.
She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand self-consciously before her. I am beginning to wish I’d borrowed one of Mindy’s formal blazers rather than wear my navy blue jacket. I have made an effort and worn my one and only skirt, my sensible brown knee-length boots, and a blue sweater.
For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn’t intimidate me.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, Ms. Ferrer...”
“Oh, you’re fluttering me. I am already a Mrs.” Right, it’s Mrs. Ferrer, not Ms. Ferrer. She looks like her age is around 50+.
“Lany, called me that you wanted to apply?” Ah, that’s the name of the woman who brought me here.
I just nodded in response.
“Is it really true that my salary is 50k per month if I get hired?”
“Yes, and if you last a month. I will make your salary 100k per month.”
“Wow, that salary is huge,” I murmured. In 1 year, I have 1.2 million. Damn!
“You said you wanted to work so, you’re hired now!” Seriously? Is she being serious right now? We’re just talking for only a minute...
“So, when do I start now?” I asked.
“Well, if you’re ready. You can start now.”
“That’s great, Mrs. Ferrer! I badly need a job now--“
“But wait, let me ask you some personal questions first.”
“Yes, sure, by the way, do you still need my resume?”
“No need. Let me just ask you personally. Please take a sit so, that we can talk comfortably.”
“Okay...”
“What’s your name?”
“Elyse Marie Arcevedo, Mrs. Ferrer.”
“Age?”
“I’m 28 years old.”
“Do you have a husband? Daughter? Or are you single?”
“I’m already separated from my husband 2 months ago and I have one daughter. I sold my house and land but there’s some problem with that, me and my daughter are currently living in my cousin’s house. I need a job right now because I don’t have enough money to buy food.”
“So, you 're a mother, and a mother would do anything for her daughter. I think you will last in this job. Girls who tried to apply didn’t long last, it looks like they just want to be with my son and flirt with him. Well, I guess you are different from those.”
“Ohm, your son is going to be my boss?” A man? Is he a rapist or something? Maybe a monster? Why do people won’t last long in this job?
“Yes, he’s a man but doesn’t worry, he’s not interested in women at all.”
“Is he gay?” I asked. She chuckled.
“He’s asexual, and he doesn't know usually talk to people much. Even me, his own mother he doesn’t talk to me that much.”
I just nodded.
Well, I guess he’s not a bad person. Her mother said that he doesn’t talk too much to people.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your son. Just wait and see. I am going to change him, Mrs. Ferrer. Less than a month, he’s going to be talkative.”
“I hope so, it’s not easy to be his maid.” She murmured.
“I’ll do my best, Mrs. Ferrer. Don’t worry, I can handle this job!” Her eyes look like she doesn’t believe that I can do this job, just wait and see Mrs. Ferrer.
“Is he a high school student?”
“He has his own house, it’s 5 already years ago since he moved there. In our house they’re a lot of maids and bodyguards, he doesn’t like seeing a lot of people... he wants to be alone always. He’s alone in his house and I just want him to has 1 maid, cleaning the house and serving him so, it’s not difficult for him.”
Wait, she didn’t answer my question?
I look at her, confused. She smiled at me. “He’s 1 year older than you, Elyse."
What?? He’s 29 years old?! I am going to be a maid to a 29 years old... an asexual guy!?
