chapter 4
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Irene and Damien walked out of Irene's room after she's fully dressed.
She's putting on a black and gold patterned skirt with a striking pattern and a plaid shirt.
She wore minimal black sandals and carried a plain black handbag.
Her black hair was pulled in a messy bun with tendrils framing her face.
She wore no make up but still looked great.
They are in need of financial help but not definitely in need of wears.
Their parents were great fashion designers and the children had beautiful clothes that'd make people doubt if they are really poor.
"You mean you had to make your voice so tiny while you were talking to Harold Marshall" Irene said still laughing.
"Yes and he didn't even suspect a thing, though it was so hard and i was almost close to talking with my real voice when i quickly gave him our home address and disconnected the call. My throat itched throughout the night" Damien faked a frown and Irene laughed hard.
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"We're so sorry for keeping you guys waiting" Damien said to the guys when they got to the door.
They both nodded without saying a word.
"Do you think it's safe to go with them?" Irene whispered to Damien.
"Of course" He whispered back.
"I'll copy their car plate number so don't worry okay?" He assured her.
"Okay" Irene said pecking her brother on both cheeks, he hugged her before the men led her to the car.
Even when her parents were alive,she never drove in this type of car.
The outer part is so cool that she longed to see the inner part.
"Oh..my! It's a Porsche" Irene realised.
One of the guys open the car door for her and she smiled secretly feeling like a queen.
Damien laughed, watching her from the window.
He knew how his sister was feeling at the moment.
He's glad she finally accepted this better offer.
She's gonna get more pay and the job is far decent.
She won't come back looking tired again, she'll also be happy.
Damien smiled and got up when the car drove off.
He walked to the kitchen to complete his chores, totally forgetting about the car plate number.
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The car had felt like heaven to Irene and she was almost dozing off when they arrived at Harold Marshall mansion.
The car came to a halt inside the compound and the guys alighted to open the car door for Irene.
"What's with the special treatment?" She thought as she stepped down from the Porsche.
She raised up her head to take a full look at the building and her mouth was left hanging.
The house blinked of riches,the structure alone made her swallow hard.
The tall building stood proud, beautiful and erected .
The perfectly made structures looked beautiful and most of all was the cool gold colour used to paint the whole house.
Once you take a glance at the house, you'll know the owner is swims in wealth.
"Miss Irene Noris,can you please come with me" One of the guys said to Irene who felt embarrassed they had caught her admiring and gaping at the building.
"Okay" She said slowly and started walking behind him.
She counted the body guards outside and they were up to fifteen.
Really??
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Irene was seated on the couch taking in the lush appearance of the living room.
The inner part of the house smelled more riches.
It's more beautiful than the outer part.
The shiny furnitures are beautifully arranged and the settings is just too great.
The whole living room is far bigger than her entire compound.
She watched the workers move about the house and wondered how many people works in the house.
She stared at the untouched drink in front of her.
She's too nervous to take anything right now.
"Why aren't you taking your drink?" She heard behind her and her nervousness rose knowing she can't mistake that cool voice for anyone else.
She didn't turn but stood on her feet.
Harold stood in front of her and it was then their eyes met.
He looked so cool and comfortable in his white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
His hair was rich and full in black curls and the tip glinted like gold.
His golden eyes which was heavily fringed with black lashes stood out proudly against his smooth caramel skin and his nose and mouth just looks perfect.
Other than the faint scar on his jaw,his skin was unmarred.
His perfectly built body is very obvious and Irene couldn't help but admire the perfection of his looks.
She wondered why he had to look more handsome now and less creepy.
"Good morning" Harold spoke up wondering how many minutes they had wasted in staring at each other.
He's impressed by her appearance, looks like she's really ready to work.
He loves it when a lady still look attractive even when she goes all natural.
She's of average height, honey-skinned with satiny black hair and her eyes the color of liquid honey peered into his.
"Good morning Mr Harold Marshall" Irene bowed a little in respect.
"Please do not bow to me. I'm not your god" He said.
"Huh?" Irene asked in complete surprise.
"Yeah" Harold said.
"Ohh.. okay" Irene said biting her inner lip in nervousness.
Harold dismissed the workers in the living room and then turned to Irene.
"I'm sorry to have slipped my card into your bag" Harold said.
"Why did you do that when i clearly rejected your offer" Irene asked.
"But you accepted the offer already" Harold shrugged.
"I didn't! Damien freaking did" Irene thought furiously.
"Yes i did but you've not answered my question" Irene said.
"I did that cause i want to help you"
"Why do you want to help me and do i look like i need help?" Irene asked determined to make the man know she's not an easy bait.
"Do you probably think I'm a dangerous person?" Harold asked.
"Maybe" Irene shrugged.
"Then why did you accept to work for me?" He asked.
"I didn't!" Irene screamed in her inner mind.
"And i hope you don't have the plan to have s*x with me, that would never happen again! I'm here to work only as your daughter's nanny and nothing else" Irene said clearly.
"Hey! Excuse me,i didn't had s*x for five good years and the only reason i crossed your path last two night was because the urge got irresistible. I'm not a s*x monger! I'm only focused on helping you and if you don't appreciate my help or you think i have any other bad motive you can kindly leave." Harold said, the lady is starting to get on his nerves.
"Now i finally know where you were two nights ago but that's not a problem. Hello Miss Irene Noris, I'm Ivory and i guess you're my nanny" Ivory said,climbing down from the stairs with her glossy brown hair bouncing and Irene could swear she fell in love with the girl immediately.
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