chapter 15
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The third floor contained different sort of school wears, neatly ironed and perfectly organized.
"Irene, haven't you found my school bag?" Ivory asked.
"Could i have left it in the library" she said to herself.
"I found it" Irene said, picking up the fancy school bag which had a doll ballerina on the front cover.
"Ohh" ivory smiled, glad she hadn't left it in the library.
Irene closed the wardrobe and walked to Ivory with different thoughts running in her mind and she almost wished she was in ivory's shoes.
"So, I'd love to start from arithmetics" Ivory said.
"Ohh... okay" Irene said, unzipping the school bag.
She placed all of Ivory's notebook on her bedside stool and then started searching for arithmetics.
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"I already called Mr Brian" Alex said to Harold who was on his way to see Nola in the kitchen.
"Ohh, fine" Harold smiled at him.
Alex is his one of his best bodyguards, he has this diligent nature that Harold admire so much.
"You can go have a nice time, I'll be with Nola in the kitchen" Harold said to Alex.
"Okay, Mr Harold" He said and left.
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Nola laughed hard in the kitchen after Harold sincerely told her the reason he had scared everyone in the dining room.
"You shouldn't have lied to her" She finally said after her laughter subsided.
"I didn't wanted to lie to her but she was questioning me and i couldn't find a better answer" Harold said.
"If i may ask, why do you want her in your personal dining, you've never wanted any of Ivory's past nannies in your dining room" Nola said.
"Well...i don't know. I just wanted her there" Harold said and Nola sighed.
She's starting to see something she hadn't seen in Harold for years .
"Why the sigh?" Harold asked.
"There's another thing i want to discuss with you" Nola said.
"What?" Harold asked and sipped his wine.
"The amount you want to be paying her is extremely high!" Nola said.
"She told you?" Harold asked.
"Well...she only asked if you pay your workers close to that amount. She knows that amount is outrageous and she couldn't keep it to herself" Nola said.
"I want to help her" Harold said.
"You could have sent your company to do that" Nola said...
"I..i want to help her personally" Harold said.
"Really? And how did you know she needs help?" Nola asked.
"That's something i can't tell you now Nola. Not now" Harold said.
"Okay, should i pour you more wine?" Nola asked.
"No,I'll be going back to the living room now, come with me" Harold said.
"I'm fine here" Nola said.
"C'mon Nola, you stay in the kitchen all day like it's your room" Harold complained and Nola laughed.
"It's my room" Nola said.
"I wish you can just allow me employ another cook, you really need to rest after all these years. Please Nola" Harold said.
He had tried to employ more cooks but Nola always make them leave.
"Harold. I love what I'm doing and this is the only way im able repay the help you rendered me years back. Without you, i might still be in the streets struggling with my daughter but you gave us a good life" Nola said.
"Nola, I've told you severally to stop mentioning that. You're my aunt now, you're no longer the stranger i told my parents to help. You've repayed my help enough, please let me employ another cook. I'm not comfortable with the stress you go through everyday" Harold said.
"Cooking is no stress for me, i do enjoy it" Nola said.
"Please Nola" Harold said.
"Okay, I'll think about it" Nola said and harold sighed, shaking his head.
they both know she won't.
Harold sighed " I'll be in the living room"
"Aren't you going with your wine?" Nola asked after him.
"No" He answered.
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Harold was passing by ivory's door to his to take a nap, he already spent enough time in the living room.
He stopped when his ear caught what ivory said.
"So now i've told you my dream is to become the most famous ballerina in the world and also have my ballet company. What's your own dream?" Ivory asked and Harold shifted closer to the door.
He pressed his ear to the door when Irene finally spoke after a long silence.
"My dream is to bring back my parents fashion store,to make it bigger, famous and the best in the city. I also want to become one of the best designers in the country, i want my name to appear in the designers top list but i guess some dream can never be fulfilled." Irene said.
He knew.
He knew her dream and how he found out is best known to him.
"Why did you say that?" Ivory asked.
" Let's go back to your revision" Irene said.
"But you've not answered my question" Ivory said.
"I don't want to" Irene said.
"Okay" Ivory drawled.
Harold left the door and quietly walked to his room.
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"Please stay for dinner!" Ivory said to Irene.
It's getting late and Irene had to leave.
She needs to pack and all. She hasn't even told Damien and Mrs Neave that she'll be a live-in nanny and only come home on weekends.
"Ivory, she needs to leave now. You know she wasn't aware that she'll be a live-in nanny, we just told her today, she isn't prepared and she also have to be here early tomorrow morning to prepare you for school" Harold said.
"Okay" Ivory pouted.
"Starting from tomorrow, I'll be having dinner here okay?" Irene assured Ivory who nodded.
"I really enjoy the time i spent with you" She said.
"Me too and I'm looking forward to the days we'll be spending together but i have to leave now" Irene smiled, picking her bag.
Irene bent to peck her but she suddenly remembered her rules.
*No pecks! Without my permission*
She quickly straightened up but what she had tried to do was obvious.
"You can peck me" Ivory said, surprising her.
"Really?"
" Yes!"
Irene smiled and pecked her on both cheeks while Harold stood watching them.
Is the same person that never allowed her nannies to peck her?
But she allowed Irene,the first day!
Their bond surprised him.
"Someone will drive you home" Harold said to Irene.
"Okay, goodnight" She waved.
"Goodnight" They waved back.
She got outside and was led into a car which has obviously being waiting for her.
Minutes later, they were back on the road after she quickly got cheese for Damien.
Irene smiled.
She had enjoyed Ivory's company so much that she can't wait to see her again tomorrow.
Her phone vibrated in her bag.
That must be Damien.
"She still doesn't know how Damien will take the news of coming home only on weekends" She thought as she brought out her phone.
It isn't Damien.
📞Hi madam Perse" Irene said into the phone after picking up.
📞Irene, i gat good news for you. Come over to my bar now. There's someone waiting for you.
📞Madam Perse, I'm sorry i didn't tell you this,i was planning to actually but i...
📞This person is ready to pay your stepmum's surgical bills and also sponsor your brother!" Madam Perse announced happily.
What!
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