BEING HIS SECRETARY:unnoticed.

Chapter Eleven.

ALYSSA’S POV.

“I’m not throwing it out sir, it just kind of stressful and I can’t do it. I’m sorry, sir.” I stood up to leave, but the next words he said made me halt.

“Miss Brown, the pay is double your pay here, and it’s not that stressful. You only need to dress the child up for school, feed the child then take the child to school, pick the child up, feed the child lunch and dinner before a bedtime story then once she falls asleep you’re free to go home and come back the next day before coming to the office.” He said desperately like he was the person in need of the help. The pay is good and when he mentioned the ‘child’ in all sentences, I thought the ‘child’ doesn’t have a gender. Finally, I knew it’s a girl, I stared at him before replying.

“You said the pay is twice of my pay here.” I asked again for a better confirmation.

“Affirmative.” I did a little thinking, the job is not that bad. It’s just taking care of a child, so it’s not that scary, and I really need the money to help my mum. It will go a very long way for us, imagine getting paid by two bosses and the pay is with six zeros.

“So….” he drawled.

“Okay sir, I’ll do it.” He has a big smile like he was saying ‘ I know you will accept it’, I just rolled my eyes.

“Okay, your job starts now, you will go outside, and my driver will take you to her school to pick her up.” I groaned inwardly, he’s just telling me now, and he expects me to just start at this moment, like today.

“Wait sir, immediately.” I asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, Miss Brown, you will start right now.” He looked at his wristwatch before staring at me.

“And leave now, school period is almost over. I wouldn’t like my daug... I mean, my friend’s daughter to be left behind.” He said.

“Yes sir.” You’re doing it for the pay Alyssa, don’t complain. I turned to leave, but something came to me and I s*****d my head before facing him again.

“Sir, the MK are hosting a party, and they just sent you an invitation.”

“When is the party.” He groaned.

“Next Friday sir.”

“Okay, I’ll think about it.” I nodded and opened the door.

“Miss Brown.” Mr. Xavier called and I turned back to him. “Yes sir.”

“Always make your hair curly.” I frowned but still replied. “Yes sir.” I walked out and went back to my office. Why should I keep my hair curly, is it one of the fetishes of my employer? I shuddered when that thought came to me, I shook my head and carried my bag and walked out to the elevator.

* DING*

I stepped out and went to the car park, the driver waved at me, and I was marveled at the sight of the car. It was a f*****g Bentley for Christ’ sake, how can you pick up a child at school with a Bentley, although I'm not too passionate about cars, but Bentley is the best for me. I entered and fastened my seat belt and the driver started the car.

“You’re Miss Chelsea’s new nanny, right.” The driver asked, and I stared at him through the rearview mirror to see him staring at me.

“Yes sir.” So, her name is Chelsea, guess her parents must love the club so much to give the name to their daughter.

“Hope you have a considerable spirit of tolerance and patience.” He asked, and I frowned.

“I don’t understand, sir.” I said with confusion visibly written on my face.

“Let me tell you a brief story of Miss Chelsea.” He smiled, and I was intrigued.

“Go on.”

“How can I put this now, okay you see Miss Chelsea is very selective with things, especially her nannies. She’s not arrogant or rude like some rich spoiled brat, she’s always calm, but once she gets angry, she does whatever the spirit of anger in her says and last but not the least, she loves to be treated like an egg and lady of the house.” I breathe out loudly, that’s like a rude rich brat.

“So her name is Chelsea.”

“Yes, ma’am, and she’s pretty.” I smiled thinking of what she would look like.

“What about her mum?, why do they need a nanny.” He didn’t answer.

“Sir…”

“I can’t say ma’am, boss told us not to say anyone.”

“But I’m not anyone, I’m her nanny and I need to know crucial things about her.” He snorted.

“That’s if you last up to three weeks with her.” WTF!

“Huh.”

“Like I once said, Miss Chelsea is very selective. Ma’am we’re here.” Oh! I looked around and was amazed with the beautiful building in my front right now, is this a school or a five-star hotel. Everything screams money, even the gate is of good quality.

“This way ma’am.” I snapped out of my thoughts and followed him in. We were checked thoroughly if any weapons or objects were with us and thereafter, they took my name, fingerprints, eyes picture to know I was the new nanny but not after confirming from the boss. We were allowed in and showed to the waiting area, where other parents and nannies were waiting. We waited for her and a few minutes later I saw a little girl of four or five walking towards our direction in a neatly ironed white shirt and yellow strips skirt, her black curly hair was packed in pigtails with a fancy hairbands. She carried a little pink handbag and wore sunglasses wait a minute, I thought this was a school, I looked around to make sure I was not mistaken, and I wasn’t This was indeed a school, but why on earth are these kids dressed like they are going to some exhibition party or so. I saw a boy of her age walking behind her, he was trying to catch up with her.

“She’s here, ma’am.” The driver said, and I looked at him.

“Who?”

“Miss Chelsea.” I looked forward and saw the little girl I just described standing at our front giving me a glare. Okay.

“Who’s this, Mr Chris.” She asked, still glaring at me.

“She’s your new nanny, Miss Chelsea.” Mr. Chris said, and I watched as her face kits up.

“My new nanny, daddy got me one already.” She asked, and Mr Chris nodded, she looked at me like I’ve committed an offense.

“What’s your name?” She asked. Hmm, rude.

“I’m Aly and you’re.” I said with a forced smile.

“What kind of name is Aly.” She frowned.

“It’s the short form of Alyssa.” I explain.

“That’s okay, from now on, I’m going to call you nanny Lyssa and I’m Chelsea, nice meeting you.” She brought her tiny hands out for a handshake and I stared at Chris who winked, but nonetheless I shook her hand.