IN LOVE WITH MY HOUSEKEEPER

CHAPTER FIVE

Ella's POV

I couldn't believe my eyes when the agency said I would be working for the celebrity fashionista Jeremy Charles. I was dumbfounded when I went to sign the concluding signatory contract with them, and they informed me I would be working for him. I and Henrietta saw him most times on TV during the Saturday's Fashion Show. The Saturday's Fashion Show was a program done every Saturday at 1pm where different celebrities display their various outfits, most times styled by Jeremy or worn by him and his beautiful model fiancée.

Henrietta portrayed Jeremy as gay, and I always disagreed with her that not all men in the fashion industry were gay.

"Men in the fashion industry are all gay, they always wear and design feminine outfits and behave like women. Ella, you keep telling me he's not gay", Henrietta said.

"Stop it, Henrietta. Because he designs female outfits doesn't mean he is gay!" I said.

"Take a good look at that man. You think he can f**k a woman properly", Henrietta pointed to Jeremy who was displayed on the TV screen.

"Stop it, Henrietta! No vulgar words", I said, because I always hated hearing and using the "F" word.

"Oh, come off it Ella. Don't you get f****d? Stop behaving like a f*****g child, besides children of this generation use the "F" word literally every day, it's now like a word of greeting", Henrietta said sharply. That was typical Henrietta, always the vulgar type.

I haven't worked as a housekeeper before and since the agency said Jeremy didn't ask for full-time help, the agency said I was the perfect person for the job since I also study at the Teacher's Training College.

I approached the gate. Lo and behold, the building was gigantic. I walked nearer to the gate and was just about to knock when it opened widely by itself.

"Oh, an automatic gate, wow!" I said as I walked further. The building was beautiful, it was decorated with natural embodiments, and it was painted and designed with white, the building scented luxury and it was so seren and calm. I walked to the doorpost and pressed the doorbell twice, waiting calmly for an answer.

The door opened swiftly, it was him, it was Jeremy Charles, the fashion celebrity.

"Yes, who are you?" He asked me.

"Damn", he was so handsome and his voice was calm and manly not deep. Henrietta was wrong about him, he wasn't dressed in a feminine outfit, but he was dressed in a dark plain suit like a tuxedo.

"Who are you?" He asked again, looking at me as if I was a thief. I quickly stopped looking at his physique and appearance, snapping back to his question.

"Hi. Good morning, I'm Ella from the agency", I said keenly.

"Come in" he said, paving the way for me. I walked inside the house, it was heaven on earth, beautiful lightened chandeliers and different touches of luxury all in the entrance. He locked the door and came close to me, giving me a staunch scrutinized look. I wondered why he looked at me that way. Was it because I dressed all corporate. Yes, I dressed all corporate because I thought it was the right thing to wear, bashing Henrietta's idea of wearing a mini short skirt and a crop top on my first day at work.

"What did you say your name was?" He asked.

"Ella" I said

"Ella. I don't have time for an exchange of pleasantries right now because I'm running late for a meeting" he said, checking at his wristwatch, which I believed was luxury.

"So the agency said you will be working three times a week here. Why is that?" He asked.

"I'm a student" I said, still standing firmly gazing at him as he arranged his collars.

"Hmm. Well, you suit my description of what I need" he said.

"You are meant to clean, cook and manage the house in my absence three times a week" he added.

I was baffled, cook! I thought it was just housekeeping and cleaning. He knew I wanted to say something because I had a puzzled look on my face.

"So, Ella, do you have any questions?" He asked me, still looking at my face.

"Did you say cook? I asked

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that? He asked

"I thought it was just housekeeping duties."

"Who the hell pays you 500 thousand dollars monthly for just housekeeping" he said?

There I go again. I was puzzled and overwhelmed. $500 thousand dollars monthly, that's huge. I had an exclaiming look. That was huge to me. I didn't even mind the agency's hiked overcharged commission they were charged, the pay was mad.

"So, Ella, do you still have a problem with your supposed duties?" He asked.

"Not at all" I said, offering a smile.

"Good" he said. He picked up his mini laptop and tablet on top of a cushion, he was ready to leave.

"So Ella, make do with the house while I'm gone. There's a cleaning protocol in the kitchen. It includes how I like my things arranged and handled. And also, while you are around, don't receive any visitors in my absence without my permission, except my fiancée. If you need to deliver a message to me, call me through the telecom on the wall. You can find them almost everywhere in the house and in your room upstairs. Do you understand?" He said.

"My room?" I asked in a baffled state.

"Yes. For the three days you will be working here. You stay here fulltime" he said.

"Do you understand?" He asked.

"I do" I said

"Good" he said, throwing me a bundle of keys which I caught.

"And don't steal anything" he ordered.

"I won't" I said as I watched him leave. I turned to look at the whole place again. I said to myself that this was my dream mansion even though I had no idea I would be staying fully in the three days I would be working here. I smiled and walked upstairs, which had a more glamorous look and lavishly scented luxury. I found my way to the kitchen searching for the so-called protocol book.

"Found it" I said. The book contains layouts of rooms in the house, his room, his fiancée's room, my room and the visitor's rooms. I first found myself in his room, open his closet, which was filled with suits moreso like tuxedos. Wow! He didn't seem like he was into the fashion industry, guys into the fashion industry were more feminine, but Jeremy Charles was different. Henrietta was wrong about his dress sense. His room was bigger than I and Henrietta's apartment, his bathroom was the same size as our apartment, his shoe racks were filled with different collections of shoes, his awards were breathtaking and applauding.

I found myself in the store room picking up some cleaning tools, and headed back to his room. As I cleaned, I thought about the first impression he gave. He wasn't bad for a boss, I said to myself as I continued cleaning. I also thought about the remaining $400 thousand and how I would save up. I also thought of moving some of my stuff into the place since I will be staying here for three days out of a week.