Maid For The Billionaire

Chapter 2

She read: Congratulations Miss Cassie Blackwell. You have been offered the job of housekeeping at the Black Mansion. Attached to the email is a copy of the contract which lasts for 3 years. Print out the copy and sign on it. Submit the original copy to at the Black Mansion on the 5th of April, 2022.

Cassie smiled so widely that the old man who had been observing her all along, thought her cheek would tear from so much smiling.

***

The bus Cassie board smelt of rotten eggs and sweat but she didn’t notice as the joy of having a well paid job converted the nauseating smell of the bus and the people in it into a sweet smelling savor of happiness.

She had often wondered what type of personality her boss would have if she ever got the job. Was he someone she could work with? Was he someone harsh or indifferent?

Kelly’s words echoed in her mind, reminding her it wasn’t a female boss she would be working with but a male boss. Cassie almost laughed out loud as she imagined if the boss Kelly talked about wasn’t a male either.

A lot of normal people would check who they will be working with through the internet but not Cassie. She mentally palmed her head at her recklessness. Her desperation had made her venture into an interview without asking or checking on Google about the place she were to work in.

From what Kelly said earlier, a lot of girls must have been interviewed but none qualified for the job. This made Cassie curious of the Mansion. Sliding her phone to unlock, she quickly typed Black Mansion on the Google search.

To her surprise, a lot of articles, blog posts and news reported about the Black Mansion. But none of them was as intriguing as the first article. Cassie eagerly clicked on the page. It was written by a blogger named Alpha.

The Black Mansion is one of the oldest buildings located at 10 prospect Park west, Brooklyn, New York City. It is about 3 stories high and takes up more than 50 acres of land, how big is the Black Mansion?

A walk into the Black Mansion is a walk into heaven itself. The trees which are over 40 years old provide refuge on scorching afternoons…

Cassie rolled her eyes at the blogger’s exaggerated use of words as she remembered that she was no better herself if she almost puked at the sight of the mansion.

I mean it Cassie, who wants to puke at the sight of a beautiful mansion? Cassie chuckled at her thoughts. Scrolling through the post, something caught her attention.

HEIR TO THE BLACKS’ INHERITANCE: ELIJAH BLACK.

Cassie pursed her lips as she stared at the image of her boss on her phone. She zoomed in on his face and gasped in awe at the sharp features on his face.

The three piece suit he wore did little in covering his body as she could see his bulging muscles underneath threatening to rip the suit. This was the second wonder Cassie had seen in just one day. First, the mansion now, it was Elijah Black.

It’s too much for me to handle, Cassie fanned herself dramatically. The bus shook dangerously as it tried to maneuver a big pot hole. This was a painful reminder to Cassie that she was back to her street. Away from the luxury she had seen not less than an hour ago. Raising her head from her phone she cherished so dearly, she pressed the bell to announce her stop.

***

Few years back;

“Dad, I am home!” Cassie greeted, while removing her shoes with the tip of her toes and then she waited for the door to be opened. “Dad!” She called again and again but received no reply. Her heart beat which was once slow, increased in tempo. With trembling fingers, she hurriedly dialed 911 as she continued banging on the door anxiously.

“911, what is your emerg…”

“Hello, I’ve been knocking on my apartment door for a very long time because my dad who is supposed to open the door isn’t responding. I think something bad has happened to him and I don’t know how to get inside to…” She rambled on and on.

“Cassie, the door is open!” Someone called from inside.

Cassie’s breathing hitched as her phone slipped from her hands to the ground. Luckily for her, she didn’t hear any shattering sound but that was the least of her worries as she pushed the door wide open only to see her father, Mr. Blackwell dancing in the kitchen while something was simmering on the cooker.

With happiness flooding her guts, she ran towards him, giving him fat kisses on both sides of his cheeks. It turned pink just like hers. Cassie tightly hugged and didn’t let go.

“Dad, why didn’t you answer the door? I thought you’ve fainted or something worse…dead.” She whispered the last part and cold shivers ran down her spine in horror if that should happen.

Mr. Blackwell chuckled in amusement as he patted her back gently. “Shh...I can’t do that and leave my girl all alone in this world; I promise I am here to stay. Okay?”

“Okay daddy, I am glad you are here to stay.” She breathed out in relief and squeezed tighter.

***

Now;

“Dad, I am home” Cassie called out weakly as she opened the door to her apartment. The joy of her getting a new job faded away like the dust on a stormy night. As she switched on the light, loneliness crept up on her.

I wish you were here Dad. You didn’t persuade me to leave the stripping job even though I knew how much it broke your heart. I’ve gotten a better job but, you aren’t here as you promised.” Cassie slowly slid down the door and she couldn’t stop as the tears from gushing out of her eyes.