Chapter 1
. “Ringgggg”
My alarm rang waking me up from an embarrassing dream.I palmed my face already feeling tired for the day. I swung my legs off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.
My beautiful face appeared in the mirror but that wasn't what bothered me. My hair was a disaster. Having a curly hair was cool but it looked like a bird nest every time I woke up from sleep. I huffed as I pulled out my brush. My hair was the cause of all my trouble.
I was bullied in high school for that and they called me names.Yes they succeeded in making me insecure of my hair. Let me introduce myself. I am Giselle Moore. A normal 22years lady with only one parent who is currently in a critical condition. Yh he is suffering from Leukemia.
Don't ask about my mom. I never got to see her.I have only one friend and that's Ava. My alarm rung for the second time and I knew it was already 7 am.I hurried up for I had to get rid of the bird nest.
At nine, I was already at my office.
“Hey” Ava whispered as she entered.
“What?”
“The boss has been looking for you for almost an hour”Ava said.
I'm fucked up. I have already been given a warning for reporting late so I knew one thing. I was going to get fired.
I got up and moved to his office. I took a deep breath and knocked.
“Come in.” He ushered me in.
“Good morning sir,” I greeted.
Maybe there was hope somewhere.
“Ms.Moore…”He started. “You are a very good at your job but I'm sorry to say you are no longer needed”
I knew that was what awaited me but I couldn't stop the tears as realization hit me. How would I afford my father's hospital bill.
I was yet to pay since I haven't been paid yet. “Uh …will I get my salary for this month” I asked with hope . At least I would be able to pay the doctors to treat him.I would get it.
“Sorry to disappoint…no”
“Oh” That was all I could say as I turned and went back to my office. Everyone who passed by my office looked at me with pity.
“It's going to be fine” Ava said trying to comfort me.
I wanted to scream at her that it's not. But she wasn't at fault. It wasn't entirely my fault either. I had to look after my dad and for that I slept very late.
“Call me if anything happens”
That was the last thing Ava said before I left the office.
When I got out of the building I didn't even know where I was going but I knew one thing. I had to go job hunting.
A month later
I was feeling terrible. I had slimmed down. The weight of my father's bills pressed down on my shoulders. A whole fuckin’ month of job hunting not even a broom picked me.
All my savings have been drained. I had no money to pay for my rent, my dad's bills and even my meals.
I am literally broke. My phone buzzed with a notification. I tiredly reached out for the phone.
*Ava
The Blackwoods are looking for a maid. Will you apply?
“Finally!!” I screamed at my house.
I speedily typed yes as a reply. Even if I was working as a maid, as far as I would be paid, I had no complaints.
I applied and a day later I was called for the interview. I passed by my father's ward. His face was pale almost like he was trying not to exist.
“Dad” I whispered quietly as if a higher voice would make his situation worse.
“I have been called for an interview” I said “please bless me”
No response came. Just the faintly humming of his chest. I was saddened as I left the ward but I brushed it away. I will work hard and pay for him to get treatment. I assured myself.
I checked my appearance in their company mirror again when I got there.
My hair was tied into a ponytail with two long strands left loose at my temples.
No makeup . My eyes held a sign of tiredness. My white shirt and black pencil skirt was well ironed and neat. I was feeling out of place as I looked at the workers . This was the best company in the world with a next worth almost 10 billion.
Then I remembered something. I wasn't here to work in the company. I was here to get the job of a maid.
“Ms. You are next”
A voice called out to me. I got myself ready. I have waited a whole month so I prayed I wouldn't screw up.
I asked for the office since there were too many offices. I was directed to it. I looked up at the tag. “Interview room”.
They even had an interview room.
“Fuck” I cursed silently and knocked.
“Come in” A voice ushered me in.
My palm got sweaty as nervousness crept down my spine. I opened the door and the interior design in the office left my mouth hanging.
“Ms. Moore” The deep smooth voice came out again and I looked in the direction of the voice only to be stunned.
