HER'S TO TAKE

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FREYA

“I know where you can work and earn some money, but the problem is, working there would keep you far from your kids.” Said Nania, one of the ladies who volunteered to help me babysit my kids.

It’s been three years since I had my kids in the small neighborhood in the remote area far from the city where Jaxton’s influence prevails, and I had gone totally out of funds. Joe and his wife were not getting any younger, so, there was literally not enough assistance for me as I had to carter for us all alone.

“Where are you talking of, and would they pay well?” I posed, wondering where on earth she was talking of, and hoping in my mind that it would not be a place under Jaxton’s control.

She shook her head and sat on the stool in my room. We were fixing the toys my kids scattered in the room, and putting them in place.

“It’s a billionaire’s mansion though. I heard he is currently hiring staffs.” She said, looking at me as I gathered the rest of the toys we fixed and moved them to the wardrobe, then, I turned to her and placed my hands on my waist, ready to do the talking some justice.

She just said the so-called hirer was a billionaire, and he is hiring staffs, which I’m sure would be no other but domestic staffs, but are there other billionaires around here if not Jaxton?

Ever since I got to know him, I had never heard of or seen any other billionaire in the city. All I knew and had heard of was him all the way, and him alone.

“Billionaire? Does he have a name?” I asked.

“Yes, his name is Zain. He rules the city near us. Everyone there calls him lord, because all the cabs, hotels and estates in the city are either his, or affiliated to his company.” She said, spreading her hands to make emphasis.

I had heard the name Zain before, but I can’t remember how I got in contact with that name. but I never knew there was anyone that rich in the city, I thought Jaxton was the richest.

I exhaled and sat on one of the stools in the room. There were about five of them in the room, so, we sit on whichever one we find around us.

“Zain? And you think I stand a chance to get a job in his mansion.” I said with a weak smile on my face. I wasn’t being skeptical though, but I had the urge to say some silly things and that was exactly what I was doing.

“Indeed. He only employes young ladies like you, and you can only visit home twice a month if you get employed in his mansion. He pays well, too.” She said, her words quite convincing enough for me to grant myself some consent to yield to those words.

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “I would like to apply.”

She smiled, knowing fully well that her words had won me over. I wouldn’t have thought of, or even talked of going out to seek a job if my funds had not finished a week ago.

At least, the money I took from the drawers of the man who took me to his home after I escaped Jaxton’s crib; the man who was killed that same night in his living room by someone I never got to identify.

“Good, I would take you to his place tomorrow, but you must make sure you keep your identity hidden. You must not tell them that you have babies here.” She said with a hush tone and I shook my head.

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I searched my wardrobe after she left, to pick a cloth out of the few clothes I have, that could be good for a domestic job, but it turned out that everything I had was good for job hunting. They were all the kind of clothes the people of the neighborhood wear to special occasions.

Most of them were gifts I got from neighbors, and there were all cooperate shirts and skirts, unlike the slutty clothes I was made to wear in Jaxton’s crib which gave away every curve of my body and made me a s*x toy for the young sadist.

I chose a gown, because it was colorful enough to keep me noticeable even if I was congested in a crowd, and it had a waist belt that when tied around my waist, would give me the smart look I ought to bear to a job-hunting exercise of this sort.

“Freya, are you going out?”

That was Joe’s wife’s voice, bracing my ears as she stood behind me. I turned to her with a smile on my face, thinking fast of what words to use.

“I was hoping to tell you to I wish to go hunt for a job that would keep us financially stable.” I said and she grinned and sat on one of the stools in my room.

No job keeps anyone financially stable, rather, they render a kind of support, that’s what I should have said. We are poor, and nothing can keep us financially stable, unless we get miraculously rich.

“I was hoping to tell you it was high time you go look for something to do. I and my husband are old, and all we can do now is to help take care of the children, but to carter for them is what we can’t really assure you of.” She said with a sad tone.

I knew she wished she and her husband were young and capable, they wouldn’t have liked it if I opted to go seek for a job to render some support.

“I thought as much. Nania said she knows a place where I can find the job of a domestic staff. The place is in the city, and I would be coming home only twice a month.” I said with an equally sad tone.

I couldn’t really imagine staying far from my kids, and getting to meet them only two times in a calendar month.

“I understand, Freya. I and Joe would take care of the kids. Don’t worry, we are here for you.” She said and grabbed my body in a hugging, holding me tight to herself, such that I could feel her warmth.