THE MAID'S BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter Two

Cindy's POV

I woke up with a start when my alarm blared, jolting me out of my peaceful slumber. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I quickly made my way to the washroom to freshen up. After I was done, I dressed and headed towards the main house when Bro Yaw, the driver, approached me with an unexpected message.

“Cindy, your mom asked me to tell you that you'd be accompanying me to the airport," he informed me. I was definitely surprised by this sudden change of plans, but the prospect of getting away from my usual chores and experiencing something new excited me.

"Okay," I replied shortly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, and went in search of my mom. I found her in the kitchen as usual, preparing breakfast for everyone.

"Good morning, Mom," I greeted her, walking over to give her a helping hand.

"Good morning, dear. How was your night?" she asked, glancing at me with a warm smile.

"Good, but why didn't you wake me up? I could have helped you a little before it was time to do my work," I responded, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

"Cindy," Mom called out, sighing softly. "It's my work, and moreover, I don't want you to be stressing yourself."

"Mum! I'm the one supposed to be saying that. You work too much," I argued, concern evident in my tone, causing her to roll her eyes playfully.

"Whatever. Go and help Janet with her mopping chores instead. Breakfast will be ready by the time you're done," Mom said, dismissing my complaint with a wave of her hand.

"I'm supposed to leave with Bro Yaw for the airport by 11," I informed Janet, walking towards the back entrance to find my fellow maid.

"Really? How lucky! You get to be one of the first people to meet the Smiths after a very long time," Janet exclaimed, a hint of envy in her voice.

"I hope they have a cute son. Lord knows you need a boyfriend," she continued, unable to resist teasing me about my love life.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "We don't even know the gender of the kids, and you're already daydreaming about my nonexistent love life."

Janet grinned mischievously. "Hey, you never know. Mr. and Mrs. Smith are getting old, so their kids are probably going to be in their twenties. Prepare yourself, gal."

"Why are we best friends again?" I playfully questioned, giving her a playful nudge.

"Because I'm the best, obviously," she replied with a wink. "Now, let's finish this mopping quickly. I'm starving."

We swiftly completed our cleaning duties and headed to the kitchen for a well-deserved breakfast. As we sat down to eat, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the day ahead.

By 10:30, Bro Yaw and I were ready to leave for the airport. Mom reminded me for the hundredth time to help with the luggage when we arrived. I reassured her with a smile and hopped into the car. The gateman opened the gates, and we drove off towards the airport.

Living on an estate not far from the airport had its advantages. We arrived with about thirty minutes to spare. We made our way to the arrival area, where I watched the bustling crowd of people coming and going, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. Since I had lost my phone a while back, I didn't have any means to entertain myself, so observing the airport visitors became my source of amusement.

It didn't take long for Bro Yaw to spot Mr. Smith and his wife were among the arriving passengers. However, they were not alone. With them were two individuals whom I assumed to be their children. But they were no longer children; they appeared to be young adults. My curiosity piqued, and I quickly stood up, making my way towards them to offer assistance with their luggage.

Mr. Smith spotted me first and smiled warmly. "Cindy, how are you doing?" he asked kindly.

"I'm fine, sir," I replied, a touch of nervousness in my voice, as I took the trolley from his hand. Bro Yaw did the same for the younger man, who bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Smith.

From what I remember, Mr. Smith had always been the more approachable and friendly one. In contrast, his wife rarely smiled and never bothered to acknowledge us maids. Therefore, I wasn't particularly surprised when she walked ahead, accompanied by a girl around my age, paying no attention to our presence.

With the luggage loaded into the minivan, Bro Yaw drove us back home. As we arrived, all the staff members gathered at the entrance, eager to welcome the Smiths. Janet gave me a knowing smirk, hinting at her playful teasing, and I shook my head, dismissing her immaturity. I made my way to the car, ready to retrieve the luggage.

"Hey," a deep voice startled me from behind, causing me to jump in surprise. It was Brian, Mr. Smith's son.

"I'm Brian, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand with a friendly smile.

"Cindy," I replied timidly, shaking his hand while keeping my head bowed. It surprised me that he was now acknowledging me, considering we had shared a car ride just a few minutes ago. Wanting to avoid further conversation, I quickly dragged the heavy bag towards the house, hoping to escape unnoticed. However, I struggled to carry it up the stairs.

To my surprise, Brian's sister, Lisa, appeared at the top of the stairs. She wore a scowl on her face and spoke with a sharp tone, "You better watch it. That bag is f*****g expensive." With those harsh words, she brushed past me rudely, leaving me taken aback by her behavior. She was definitely like her mom.

Brian, witnessing the interaction, apologized for his sister's behavior. "Sorry about her. Lisa can be annoying at times," he said, interrupting my thoughts and catching me off guard once again.

I nodded, still slightly stunned, as he continued, "Let me help you with that." Brian reached out to grab the bag from me, but I instinctively stopped him.

"No, sir, I'm okay," I replied, hesitatingly, not wanting to burden him.

"Don't be stubborn and stop calling me sir. I told you my name. It's obvious you can't carry the bag," he insisted, a playful glimmer in his eyes, as he effortlessly lifted the bag and carried it up the stairs to his sister's room. I stood there, watching him in awe.

Just as I was processing the unexpected encounter, Janet appeared beside me, whispering in my ear, "Look who's already in love." Startled once again, I turned to her with an irritated expression.

"Stop it, Janet. I'm not in love. He's like our boss, you know?" I retorted, trying to brush off her teasing.

She shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Whatever, gal. Your mom asked me to call you. She wants us to set the table for the Smiths."

I nodded, still slightly flustered, and we both made our way to the kitchen to prepare the table for the Smiths' arrival. As we busied ourselves with the task, my mind couldn't help but wander, contemplating the peculiar dynamics I had already witnessed in this encounter with the Smith family.