Chapter 7 When Nemesis & the new job meets

Previously on Work things;

I wonder if André Davis isn't truly my blood related twin sister, In our contrasting behaviours and attitudes, we both are yet another two sides of a coin.

"But If I am to get this task right, all that André requires of me is to pretend as if I'm André Davis, right?"

"Hi, you must be miss Andre Davis " sang a slim looking female model, she's putting on a white custom made fitted T-Shirt, a blue hot skirt and dammit, this lady was also perched on a five inches heeled shoe like the one Miss legs, Michaels female friend had done at the airport two years ago.

"What's it with these women & high heels?

I honestly hope I won't be expected to start putting on such killer heels now that I'm about to join this corporate organizational world?"

"Well you are not what I was expecting, actually no insults intended, however even you will of course agree with me that your behavior is slightly different than from the other times during your previous visits here Miss André Davis"

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Presently on ( Work things )

While waiting for whatsoever else that's likely to come out next from the lady standing before me at the Star Luxury Hotel, and whom is still yet to properly introduce herself to me,

I immediately recoiled to safety, back to my inner thoughts to enable me run through my new jobs personal checklist, and off-course before I figuratively masked my facial expressions to an innocent gaze though.

However, just when I was about to start mindfully going through the new work list, and to ponder on how best to integrate this cleaning job with my book content writing career, which I have been secretly engaging in for some past months long now, during the hours that André Davis, my girlfriend and flatmate weren't around,

This intimidating lady that has stood talking to me, or just maybe I should perhaps rephrase her newly acquired name from me, and rather permanently to " Miss second legs,"

Aww, how so wickedly sweet of me since Miss' second legs sounded a lot preferable to me than calling her an intimidating lady and it was eventually more so like what I've inaudibly started to enjoy calling her.

Besides, It's not as if I'm the one that asked her and the airport lady to put on such killer heels when they could've been more flexible and carefree to maneuver around with ease, especially if they had put on less heeled leg shoes.

Nonetheless, it was indeed at this moment that this Miss second legs chose to annoyingly interrupt my mind's thoughts flow right at the exact time as I was also about to continue planning on how best to connect this my new highly paid maid job, and have its scheduled workflows rightly fitted with my content writing secret career.

since I'm just a newly recruited staff of this Star Luxury Hotels, or maybe because this particular Miss legs could just might be someone with a higher managerial position here, who knows?.

Also, for the fact that she's been the only person that has come to address me throughout the entire five minutes I had stood at the Star Luxury Hotels quite lost on my bearings, where I had dared to not move an inch of myself from the place I stood rooted to a spot that's closer to the aquarium fishes, just by their Hotel's magnificent entrance door, to avoid getting their glass tilted floors dirty with my less expensive pair of flat shoes.

Nevertheless, and for whatsoever unexplainable reason, I actually forgave my annoyance of being interrupted from my recoiled self thoughts by this same lady just now, in other to enable me attentively listen to what this Miss second legs had to say yet again to me this time.

" Well miss Davis, having signed up as the personal cleaner of this hotels penthouse, and because, by some obvious miracle, your service recommendation had surprisingly came directly from a higher up,

I still would rather wish to advise that you enjoy the privileges that your body have so well managed to gain".

"But, woe betide you upon the day you ever tried to forget your pathetic job placement level here, if I were you, I would work extremely hard so as not to lose focus on my duty.

My name is Miss Clara Nemcy and I have been assigned to personally supervise you. Smile my baby love because I shall always have my eyes set on you darling. "

Like what the heckuva? Is this attitude from Miss second legs, my supposed new supervisor, morally right?

On second thought, I think I heard her refer to herself as Miss' Clare Nemesis or was it rather Nemcy that she had pronounced?

Well to hell with whatever she's been called. But, is this how my new master Miss Clare will keep treating me all the while that I have to work under her? If so be it, then this lady sucks at reading people unlike what she could believe.

Besides, if I could survive the years of my life spent at the high walls of the KasKus, and its near deaths training sessions, every Josh damned day.

However, for the sake of the money I shall stand to make out this new job, Miss' legs or rather Clare Nemcy can insult me as she deems fit.

But for her sake, I wish she doesn't attempt to insult me outside of our work environment, even though she's now my new job master,

Because If not, I would indeed not be held responsible for her death as long as I'm still deemed the most highly skilled student among our once entire KasKus thousands of trainees.

Even André Davis's perfected killing machine skills did not for once come close to my sets of character killing Techniques.

Yet, André had been deemed the second best student of our KasKus agencies now disbanded encampment.

However, and for my love of eternal enlightenment, I truly wished I could fully understand from my naïve point of view KasKus trained nature, how or where the hatred of this bullying female was directly coming from.

Notwithstanding, I managed to instead stopped myself from correcting her presumed assumption of me. It was never good to encourage office space malice, and I'm not about to lose this highly paying job opportunity to word bantering, Especially one that was securely gifted to me by André Davis after losing my job at Cindy's nightclub & Bar, three weeks ago, following a deliberate sexual molestation attempt to my prestige, from one of Cindy's drunk customer.

Another story I would rather not delve into right now. And this only happens when your life has been filled with bitter past memories,

one's mind after taking too many life drama's, tends to subconsciously reset itself to a self denial mood, in bid to protect itself from future hurtful events.

And so, instead of standing there rooted to the same spot feeling sorry for myself due to the traumatizing events of my life experiences, I however allowed myself to let go of my past pains, together with the increasing annoyance I was beginning to direct its felt energy towards this new master of mine.

I rather recounted the letters of our then KasKus's alphabet before willing my legs to follow up the retreating footsteps of Miss' second Legs, who is apparently now a supervisor to me.

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" And so Fiona Dallas marched with Miss' Clare Nemcy, her new cleaning job supervisor, towards the Hotels company elevator that's destined to take her to the greater heights of the Star Luxury Hotel Penthouse, Where her long pitied life story would be changed to grace from tomorrow. "