Chapter 4 Snacks

GRACE

'You what now?' Samantha's voice reeked of surprise.

I looked out of the fast-moving car as it drove past the Empire State Building, a place that recently causes my heart to ache each time I set my sight on its grandness. I quickly looked elsewhere before my eyes could have a reason to start welling up.

"I am looking at getting a babysitter's job," I repeated to Samantha who had initially called to apologise for not making it to my place the previous day.

'A... A.. Ba... Babysitter?' It was as though the words were choking her. 'Grace, you are one hell of a hotcake in the publishing world. But you want to become a babysitter?'

"I don't want to deal with that life for now. I need a huge break from reading lengthy manuscripts."

'And babysitting is your option? If you want, you can decide not to get a job, you are that well-to-do.'

My sigh ran deep, so much that it sank my shoulders. "Samantha, I can't sit around doing nothing. You know too well that I hate being idle. I want a distraction and babysitting is that distraction. Well, that depends on whether I get the job."

'So, if you don't get the job, are you going to take up working at Mcdonalds'?′

"Samantha, just trust me on this one." I didn't appreciate her sarcasm and I failed to understand her way of viewing the issue. Why can't she be more like David? He didn't question my decision too much and even called me this morning to wish me luck at the interview.

I have to say that it is cool that David has eased his way into my life in a way that I can't help but admire. If it were someone else, I doubt I would still be talking to the person.

'Okay, girl. Whatever you say. So who are you going to babysit?'

"I don't know. They didn't exactly specify."

I could almost see Sam roll her eyes. 'What if he is an old man?'

"Well, we will see how that works out, won't we?"

Samantha exhaled loudly into the phone, as though trying to say- I am tired of you, but I love you anyway.

'Okay, Grace. As long as this distraction guarantees that you don't spend all night drunk in a bar, it is not so much of a bad idea.'

"We are here, ma'am." My Uber driver notified me as he sleekly stirred the wheel and found a parking spot just in front of a huge, black gate. After ensuring that my automatic payment was successful, I appreciated the middle-aged man and got out of the car, while I partially listened to Samantha giving orders to one of the new interns at work.

When her attention returned to our call, I said, "Well, I have reached my destination and..." I moved forward to look through the gate bars of the house I was about to enter. My line of sight almost reached the sky and I frowned. "...uh the house looks like a hotel. It is huge as fuck."

'Maybe they are just in town for a while and decided to lodge at a hotel. It is obvious they are rich, at least you won't be getting crappy pay.'

I rolled my eyes at her words.

I was almost cursing my limited sight of the building when a security guard popped out from nowhere and questioned my presence. Once I told him what I was there for, he didn't hesitate to open the pedestrian gate. I stepped onto the other side and I instantly felt the intensity of the breeze around me change.

That was understandable.

The not-so-distant, enormous building I was staring at made chills wrap my soul so much that my eyes widened while my skin suffered goosebumps for some seconds.

Without a proper grip on my senses, I blindly followed the guard who said something about leading me to my destination.

'Uh... Grace are you there?'

That voice made me return and I managed to tear my eyes off the almost-glassed skyscraper which simply yet artistically carried the name of the hotel in its middle.

"Sam... You are not going to believe it." I didn't give her the chance to question my hushed excitement. With my right hand cupping the air around my phone, I said, "I just walked into the premises of Hotel Pierre."

'Girl... Shut up!'

"I wish I could. But I am not lying."

It was taking me a lot of self-control to hold back the shriek that was itching to jump out of my cords. And thank goodness I was able to hold back, my scream would have ruined the ambience of the hotel.

To explain my excitement, Hotel Pierre is one of the most exclusive hotels in the country.

It is located in an easily accessible area yet it's not somewhere just anyone can go. It is the kind of hotel that caters to the likes of the one per cent of the rich universe.

I might be well to do, but I would never be able to afford to step into the lobby. The place is that expensive.

'Grace...' Sam shared my excitement and that dragged me out of my thoughts. 'This can only mean that this family is extremely rich. Go get that job, girl!'

"I thought you said the job is not for me."

'Well, now it is. You might even make more than you made at Elite.'

Scuffling noises filled the background of our call and I think I deduced a hint of my ex-boss's voice. As I listened, I saw that the guard was leading me past the main entrance of the hotel where some exotic cars were packed and waiting for their owners.

"Uh... Sam," There was a need for me to be extra watchful of the path we were taking, "I need to go now. Take care of yourself."

'I will. Have a great day and we have to gist about everything when you are back.'

I smiled and ended the call.

And seconds later, the young man leading me faced me to explain our choice of route. "We have to enter from the back doors since you are not here as a guest. Besides, no one would question you so much if you take this route."

"Oh, I see." I nodded and appreciated his explanation.

We continued walking and my imagination sprung into action. I started to create images of the exquisiteness I expect to see inside. I wouldn't be surprised if the use of gold is prominent in the build-up of the structure.

Seconds later, we were walking past a huge car park and our feet led us to the rear of the building. We entered through one of the revolving doors and faced an elevator moments later. The fanciness in that space met my expectations and as we waited for the ting of the elevator, I kept my eyes glued on the red rug that ran its length and breadth over the entire ground in that empty room.

The elevator opened without wasting much time.

"After you, ma'am," The guard ushered me in before he walked in.

Once we were settled and the doors were closed, he pressed one of the buttons.

PH 5.

That could only mean that we were heading for a penthouse.

Damn...

This family is without a doubt, rich. Because residing in a penthouse in the great Hotel Pierre can only mean that these people are the true meaning of super-rich individuals.

Soon the elevator stopped and vomited us into an open room that had a dark green carpet decorating its floor.

As the guard and I stepped out, the elevator adjacent to ours opened as well and its not-so-many occupants stepped out, their eyes dutifully glued to the devices in their hands.

They were all dressed in fancy, well-tailored suits, so I took a big guess and concluded that they were businessmen. But their crazy concentration on their phones was a thing of bother. I never knew that grown men were likely to be very attracted to their devices.

As I continued accessing their group for reasons unknown to me, the cluster dissolved as they shifted from the entrance of the elevator. Each person found his path and it became easier to see their faces.

My curiosity grew and I wondered if I would recognize one of them from the daily papers, internet news, or maybe the business weekly magazine. So, with my intent of the day briefly forgotten, I scanned each person until my eyes landed on a particular sturdy figure that managed to exude charisma without doing much.

Uhm... Okay... I think I have gotten to a point of this fine day where I have to stop my dignity from running away from me. And if at all it runs away, I must hurriedly pick it up before I do something silly as Drunk Rose would.

I watched, my lips slightly pried apart, as the tall man directed his attention to the man next to him and as he uttered some words that were inaudible to most of us in that space, I felt my breath cease for a second. Watching his lips move with grace almost caused me to paint a picture of where we would be kissing, but I quickly snapped out of that thought. I need to retain my dignity.

But then, his irises were so gorgeously blue that they seemed to have the ability to peer into a person's soul to the point of figuring out everything about the person. And that deep blueness made every other thing about him shine.

From where I stood, his long lashes became prominent. The way they blinked as he spoke made his eyes much more beautiful. His almost square face retained a serious expression and that made his demeanour appealing and ravishing.

Oh boy... I don't think I have thirsted this much over a man in a while.

But the sleekness of his hair which was cut into beautiful layers made it almost impossible to look away. Even his black suit was not left out of the shine, it formed around his body in a way I just had to admire.

The man beside me cleared his throat and the resurrection of Drunk Rose was cut short. After another glance at the handsome man, I hoped that I had not managed to embarrass myself while I was deep into the business of ogling.

But, without wasting time, I composed myself. I briefly ran my fingers over the sides of my mouth to make sure that I didn't embarrass myself to the point of drooling.

Once it was certain that all was fine, I faced the guard and flashed a smile.

Then, he said, "Sorry, I had to take a call."

The man left my side to receive a call? Whoa... I was very deep into the ogling business.

"Shall we?" He motioned toward a particular direction and I walked behind him. "Good day, Mr. Powers," he eagerly greeted one of the businessmen.

And when the devilishly handsome man directed his gaze in our direction, my breath hitched again even though he didn't directly look at me.

After the man briefly raised his hand to acknowledge the guard's greeting, he spared me a micro-second glance before he returned to his chat.

As we walked past the men, I hoped that I didn't have a crazy, starved look on my face while staring at him.

I started to wonder about the man's identity when the guard stopped in front of the entrance of what I guessed was the penthouse.

"After you walk in, you will see a corridor on your right. It will lead you to the interview room. Just sit with the other applicants until it is your turn."

"Oh, thank you."

I pushed one of the grand doors open and my eyes widened in admiration. The living room I was staring at from where I stood was simple yet exotic. And the fact that I was able to see a great deal of the city thanks to the uncovered French doors that spanned to the ends of the wall staring at me from a distance.

The amount of expensive taste in the room caused me to urge my soul to remain calm even though it was a great deal to me. As I maintained my cool, I noticed the setup of five white couches which were arranged a little close to the entrance. They were given a square setup and a glass table was set in the middle.

The arrangement was grand, but there was still a lot of space left so much so that a grand piano was placed very close to the staircase which was a few steps from where I was standing.

But, even with all that, there was a lot of space left.

Before I could get unduly immersed in the richness of the penthouse, my brain remembered what I was there for and I quickly walked down the corridor on the right. I admired the mini-artworks hung on the walls as I walked and soon, I heard chattering. The room I was approaching turned out to be the kitchen, which of course, was large as well.

I quickly went to join the seated people who were waiting to be interviewed. We were not much that was left in the room, our numbers were about ten if not less.

Once I was settled, I took out my phone to stop myself from staring at the beauty of the kitchen in awe. Conversing with the women in front of me was not in the books for me either.

After a while, I was called to the interview room. And I must say, their seemingly unused storage room made a great interview room. It was spacious enough to take an average office desk and two chairs.

"Good morning Miss..."

"Sands," I replied to the middle-aged woman who styled her silver-ish hair in an admirable way. The woman sat opposite me and wrote a few things down on the paper in front of her.

Now that I think of it, it's kind of odd that they decided to hire a babysitter in such a crude manner. I would have guessed that they would have employed their resources to find the best of the best babysitter in the rich world.

"Miss Sands." She threw me a short smile. "Have you ever babysat before?"

"No. I have never done it before." Not even as a teenager.

"Are you a University graduate?" I nodded affirmatively. "Is this your first job application?"

"No, I used to work at a publishing company as an assistant editor."

"That's such a nice job. Why are you here then?"

"I uh..." I don't think it will be safe to sell my shortcomings at an interview. But this family is rich and can choose to look into the kind of person I am. So, I guess telling the truth would be better in this situation. "I got fired yesterday."

"Why?" Her friendly voice turned concerned.

"I uh... I went to work late a lot of times." I felt very ashamed. "Actually, it is my fault I got fired. I chose to distract my pain by using a terrible method and it affected me work-wise."

"And how can we be sure that it won't affect this job?" She wasn't judging me and that made me feel less ashamed.

"I want this job to be the distraction I am looking for. It is much more decent and it is also a new experience."

"I see, that's all for now. Leave your details in the box outside and you can treat yourself to some of the snacks on the island. Good luck." She smiled widely and I appreciated her for having me, surprised that she just said to help myself to snacks.

If only most interviews could end that way.

Once I was outside, I pulled out my file jacket that contained the needed files and I dropped it into the box planted right in front of the storage room. As I did that, I began to debate whether to help myself to the mentioned snacks. I didn't want to appear greedy.

Aw, fuck it!

This could be my only chance to eat something from a super-rich family's kitchen. So, I did a little dance in my head and approached the kitchen.