The Billionare and I (Just A Nanny)

Irish woke up at 7:36 realizing she was late for her new work, What was I thinking?" She questioned herself as she hurried off the bed and find her way into the bathroom. She took her time in brushing her teeth and taking her bath.

She was late for the interview but she doesn't seem to care, This should be the 10th interview she's trying this week , However all of the interview had none successful. She felt why hurry when she was going to keep failing?

She actually doesn't want to call herself a failure but she was tired. She find her way outside the bathroom and dried her hair then applied her body lotion before putting on her simple brown skirt and a plain white shirt. She stared at herself and believed she actually doesn't need a makeup. She was good the way she is and if one can't appreciate her without a makeup then the person is bore to go to he*l.

Irish walked out of the room with her hand bag swinged on her left shoulder. She carefully looked her door and exit the house.

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Two hours later, Irish was seen walking into her room tiredly cursing other her breath. It was another failed interview. Now she can call herself a failure.

Meet Irish, 25 years old young lady with ambition, She's from Singapore and based in California. Recently she lost her 3 years old job because she wasn't ready to flow with her old boss's rule. Now she couldn't find any job despite going to everyday search. She felt her ex boss was haunting her.

She laid on the bed and removed her heels then stared at nothing in particular, She sighed occasionally as she reached it for her phone. She wasn't sure if she should call her mother but she needed someone to talk to, Her mother was her best friend.

She took a glass of water to calm down her nerves then dial on her mother's number. All along she was fighting her tears and immediately her mother had answered she broke down to real tears. Her mother didn't stop her, she allowed her to shed her sorrows away.

"Am I a failure mother?" She asked, trying not to cry more.

"You're Irish, One of the most strongest and independent lady I've seen. I'd not suggest you calling yourself a failure because you're not"

Ofcourse she believed that's what it should be. No one will talk to her fairly and say she's a failure.

"Oh mother!, I think Sir Morgan is haunting me".

"If he's haunting you then be strong and let him know you're too strong to be haunted, Morgan wanted an advantage of you.. you turned it down because that's not what you wanted....."

"Anyone won't have accepted" she cut her short.

"Let me finish Irish"

Silence followed for the last five seconds and then her mother continued.

'if you're too strong to turn down his offer then you've to be more strong my daughter"

"What should I do mother? I felt like I'm not perfect in all this, In a week I've over 10 interview that was all unsuccessful, I felt like I'm a failure like he has said, I badly wanted to give up"

"Oh Irish! You're not this"

"I'm sorry mother", she broke down once again until her mother spoke.

"Come back to Singapore, Irish?"

" I can't mother, You know father forbid to, he believed I stole the jewelry".

"I know you didn't, it's been five years.. a father can't stay angry and his only daughter that long, Come back home Irish. I and Arusha your brother miss you Alot".

"I could have mother, I miss you all too mother but I can't come back home like this mother. I need time, it's been five years but it still seem like yesterday to me".

"You're punishing your self Irish".

"Oh, Mother I'm sorry"

There was silence expect for Irish sobs and her mother's sigh.

"I'll talk later Mother" she ended the called before she could reply and broke completely down to tears.

Why is life unfair with her? The job had been her only source of income, she had no one to run to.

She could clearly remember what landed her in California, She could have been in Singapore with her complete family, Happily.

She doesn't want to believe it was a set up for her father to hate her. Early last five years, her father had lost his job after he was confirmed to have stolen a million worth jewel from the company. The jewelry was found in Irish's Bag and how it got there remained something Irish didn't know. Her father had banned her from being her daughter.

The only way she could suppress the depression and feeling if being abandoned was to live Singapore completely, She's 25 and should find life herself.

She promised herself to come back home and proof the her father that she's no failure nor a thief. Oh how much she miss home!

Remembering this, Irish broke down to tears. Her father didn't trust her, if he does he won't have believe she did it. Remembering her promise to come back home as a failure made her stronger.

She's going to try again tomorrow, Her mother was right.. she's stronger than this, With the conclusion Irish led on the bed and allow her body to do the work.

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"Is she coming back?"Arusha asked her mother after she ended the call with Irish. The mother checked her head sideways.

"She hasn't gotten over it" Mother replied sadly.

"It's been five years".

"It isn't as easy as you think Arusha especially as you know Irish your sister is over emotional, I still don't understand why your dad could have believed the company"

"Don't you think this is a set up?"

"Set up? Who will try to set Irish up? You know she's not that type of bad girl, Your dad have to let the past go by. I need to talk to him, is he home?"

"In his room" Arusha replied and sighed falling on the new by coach.

"Get something to eat, Don't overthink , I know I've been talking to him over the past years but he felt stubborn, that isn't enough reason to give up" Irish's Mother tell her son Arusha.

"I hope it works".

"Hmm" The mother sighed and exist the room

She knew this isn't going to work but he has to keep trying. She knew her husband to be a very stubborn man. But it's been five years, he has punished poor Irish enough.

"Are you free?" She said as she knocks on the door.

The father, who was reading a magazine dropped it on the desk and turned.

"I am. Why?" He said staring at his wife.

"We need to talk, About Irish" She went start to the point as she sat down.

"I thought I said this name shouldn't be mentioned in my home?"

"Oh Fred! Irish is your daughter, your first and only daughter. It's been five years, Isn't that enough?"

"I need some rest"

"Some running away from the truth Fred! It's been five years and you're being heartless now. Let the past be by gone! You can't even trust your daughter to believe her. I hate you for this" Mother cried as she walked out of the room.

"She's paying for her sin! Let her come out true and I'll forgive her" Father yelled over and face his magazine again.

Sincerely he missed her daughter, no matter how hard he's trying to play He missed him dearly. Him and her daughter had created a very strong bond and he didn't believe it too that it was Irish.

It was a set up he knew. Mean reason he wanted her out of Singapore, for good and the only way he could was making them believed that he believed Irish to be the culprit.

Oh Irish! How much I miss you" he laminated

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It was about 12 noon that Irish woke up, feeling weak and hungry. She sat up and relaxed for about two minutes . She could feel sickness in her body, "I need some pills" she muttered to herself.

No one won't fall sick after overthinking and crying to sleep. When done taking the pills, She sat up and exist the room. She was hungry and needed something to eat but was lazy to fix food for herself so she made it down the town to one of the popular restaurant nearby and was welcomed by the Waitress.

"Irish you decided to drop by, You look like a mess! Have you been crying?"

"No I haven't"

"You've got Eye bag. Sit and talk to me, I'm ready to give you a listening ear"

"My stomach hurts. I need something to eat first" Irish said as she start down.

She wasn't actually close to the Waitress in the restaurant but they'd greet as she lived nearby and also a customer. She was grateful there was someone who's ready to listen to her even without her asking.

Irish was an antisocial type, which makes it hard for her to make friends easily.

The waitress name "Sarah" who's an American came back with a tray of food containing chicken and some white rice with a pineapple juice to sort it down with.

"Thanks" Irish managed to say as she began to eat. All she wanted now was to take her sorrow away. To stop thinking and once again become her happy self.

Sarah sat from afar and stared at Irish as she wait for other customers. Without being told she knew Irish was having a bad time and she'd be grateful if she can help.

She was a secret admirer and had always admired Irish, Her beauty , her life style and everything.

She waited patiently for her to finish her mean before she could talk to her, She wasn't sure if she's doing the right thing but she want to .

Irish picked on her food, no matter how much she tried to concentrate she seem to have a lot to think of. Her head was full as she was over thinking.

She has promised herself to stay strong, she could only be half happy if she successfully get a job and them completely happy if her father could called her back.

Irish have always put her father first, She loved him more than any material of the world. They both had created a father and daughter bond, but what actually happened?

"You dose off?" Sarah snap her finger at her.

She gave Sarah a quick nervous smile as she continued eating.

"Will you like to talk about it?"

"Huh?

"I'm ready to help you out of I can, just spill the beans" Sarah offered.

Irish dropped her spoon and wipe her mouth before looking at Sarah and speaking up.

"I don't think it's serious, don't stress yourself"!

"You know if you don't speak up then you're continue like this" Sarah said and she sighed.

"Nothing Sarah, I'm just tired if everything... For the past two months I've been Ideal.. Each day I sent off away from home in search of job but always fail the interview. I'm just tired".

Sarah suddenly laughs and Irish looks at her confused.

"It's not actually funny you know?"

"Yeah , so you've been dying slowly? Asf! You could have talk earlier"

"I just did, not like it changed anything but I felt relieved after talking out my pain to someone not family" Irish said and glump down her juice.

"Well Irish, Just incase you don't know, Xx I have always admired you"

"Thanks but why so?

"You're a true definition of a strong woman" Sarah laughs

"I'm a lady, BTW! I don't know why I'm referred as a strong woman while else I see my self a failure''. Irish confessed.

"Because you don't trust yourself, Anyway Have this" Sarah handed her over a thick tiny paper.

"Place a call on the number, give it a shot, apply for the job and let's see if you passed the interview"

"What's the job about?"

"One of the popular California Billionaire is coming back to town and needs a Nanny for his daughter , the payment is heartwarming, You know how this rich stuff work, I could have leave my work and apply but you need it more than I do"

"Oh Sarah. This isn't for me, I can't even make it to the first round". She says.

"Again, you've no trust on yourself. Do try it out and take me later, if you don't mind I'll have to attend to costumers now"

"Thank you Sarah, I feel relieved though doubting, I appreciate you though" She cleaned the tears threatening.

"You're loved".

Irish hurriedly made off for her meal and walked out of the restaurant back to her house. Amidst everything Sarah had said to her, One stuck in her mind.

"not trusting herself" as well "calling herself a failure"

She signed and opened her laptop as she print out the number Sarah had given it. She submitted her form and waited.

In less than 20 minute she received an email , She passed the first review and was needed in the office for an interview early tomorrow morning.

Cold chills ran her skin but she reminded her self that she can do it, With that she pushed the laptop away and led on the bed as her dog "Dolly" jumped on her.

She had actually forgotten she had a dog. "hey Dolly!? Did you play with friend today? I missed it" she patted it and showered her with kisses

Wishing she had someone to care for her this much. Soon she fall asleep with her dog beside her.

It was 6:30 in the morning when Irish made it out of her bed. She has a good feeling of something new, Dolly was wriging her tail beside her. Irish picked her up and kissed her as Dolly licked her face.

"Good Morning Dolly, I see you had a nice night" Irish said as Dolly only struck out her tongue raning round the room.

Irish smiled and sat up, she had up to 46 minutes to prepare for her new interview. Hopefully it's going to be successful. She made her way into the kitchen and prepared some paste and some hamburger. She fished out her own as well as Dolly's own and served her.

She sat down and Munched on her breakfast, Half way through the food, Irish sat up and Drew her Laptop new as she opened her browser and typed. "Billionare Ethan".

There were a Whole lot of Ethan but as she already knew the one she's looking for, "Ethan with a daughter" it wasn't hard for her locating his profile.

"Ethan Harlow" Was the day.

She dropped her food on the standby desk and focus on the information in front of her.

He had a 6 years old daughter, and was divorced 5 years ago, that was when his daughter was 1 year old, His wife had made away with another man on their daughters birthday. It mustn't have been easy for him" Irish sympatheticly said.

He had never been in California for the past five years after the incident. "Who would?'' Irish muttered.

And is now coming back to say but needs a Nanny to watch over his daughter "Arin".

There were over thousand people who've applied for the job and they're all die hard fan of Ethan. Probably they are applying not to take care of the baby but to get Ethan to notice them.

Seeing the count of people, Irish wanted to give up, She's no match to those competitives. But she was determined, reminding herself that she's not a failure.

If she failed then she can successfully call herself a failure, She cleared the plates off the table and arranged her room before going into the bathroom for a hot bath.

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Irish arrived 20 minute late for the interview and was met with a lot of ladies waiting to be interviewed. She felt goose bumps all over her, Every lady was dress neatly and classic unlike her who was on a simple pink gown.

She made her way to the first badge and wrote down her name and necessary information. Then went and sat down beside a lady who smiled at her, she seemed jovial unlike other ladies with mean face. Probably hating eachother for being in a competition of who gets to be Ethan daughter's nanny. The girls look more standard than applying for a Nanny. Obviously they were applying not because they were interested in the job but because it was Ethan.

I hadn't meet him, I've lived in California for five years and didn't actually know about the popular Billionare? I laughed at myself. He must have been a quiet type. I didn't get his picture in my research but with what I'm seeing am sure he must be a whole lot handsome and hot.

"Are you here for the interview?" The girl beside her asked.

"Me? Oh, I am". Irish replied.

She seemed surprised someone actually talked to her.

"I'm Selina, You are?" The lady stretched out her hand for a shake

"I'm Irish, nice meeting you". She took Selina's hand and shaked it giving her a nervous laugh.

"I'm not actually interested in the job, I was forced to apply. I'm a fashion designer and here's in my card, I wish you luck"

Irish collected the card and stared at it then smiled.

"Thank You"

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"Are you Irish?" A guy in black worked over to her as she was focused on her phone.

"I am, Why?"

"The interviewers will like to have you".

"But it's not yet my turn, My name is 205 and they're still in 155?" Irish said surprised.

"You should go." Selina smiled at her.

"Okay, I'll go" Irish grab her hand bag and was led out of the by the man. The crowd was murmuring.

* I was here before her , how come she's going before me? *

*She just arrived *

* How could you guys pick up a lady dressed in rags?*

The particular last comment hits Irish a million times that she wished she could squeeze life out of the person that commented on her wear .

"This way please?" The guy brought her back from her zoom.

"Thanks".

Irish opened the door as the man in Black had instructed her, she meet the interviewers but was surprised to meet Sarah among them.

"What the? What are you doing here?" She forced herself to ask.

"We'll discuss it later, Please kindly fill in you information, as you've passed the interview"

O My G! Irish was close to crying, in as much as she was excited she was also curious to know why and how Sarah was among the interviewers

NAME ~ Irish Levine

ADDRESS ~ Apartment 87 Cobittain Building, California.

AGE~ 25

PARENTS ~ Fredrickson Levine - For ex jewelry attendant.

~ Ana Levine ~ Fashion Designer for Poulet fashions.

GPA ~ None.

DEGREE ~ None

JOB - Model for Poulet fashions and ex Model for Alicia's Fashions.

HOBBIES - Sewing , Cooking & Reading.

MARTIAL STATUS - Single.

The interviewers sighed softly after they were done reading her file, They both looked at themselves and did the eye contact thing.

"Congratulations Ms.Irish, You passed the interview"

Oh my God! Irish nearly exclaimed as tears fall down her cheeks. Sarah smiled at her and she knew that it was Sarah's doing. There's no way she could have gotten the job admits all the crowds outside waiting.

"If you don't Mind, Sarah will take you up to your work place and share you the necessary information. Congratulations once again"

The interviewers walked out followed by the guards, Sarah and Irish was the last to exist the office as the guards led them out until they've entered the car.

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"Sarah I'm still in blank. What happened? How come you're one of interviewers? I thought you're a waitress? Why did I get the job?"

"Breath Irish" Sarah told her as the car rolled by.

"Okay, I'm curious , can you speak up?"

"Actually, I'm not supposed to share this piece of information but I have to, because it's you". Sarah stopped speaking and looked at Irish who nodded.

"Uhm... Ethan is My cousin brother, and about my waitress job, yes we're rich but I love working on my one, I don't want to depend on my parents money to survive. All thanks to I didn't grow up in California so no one recognizes me , besides my name is Linda but I'm using Sarah as not to disclose my identity".

"Geez! That's a big risk. I feel honored. You mean Ethan is your brother? Who would believe that"

Sarah just smiled. "You look more happier than yesterday"

"I am. Why did you help me get the job?"

"I've always admired you Irish. Your personality is unique, You might see yourself as something else but I admired you alot, My brother and his daughter had gone through alot, I don't want them coming back and having a bad nanny for '"Arin" his daughter. I decided since I know, maybe a bit about you , then you're qualified for the job".

"Thank you so much Sarah. I didn't even believe in myself that I will get the job , and I won't have if not you" Irish thanked her.

The car pulled out at a very big Mansion and parked in the garage, The driver came down down and opened the door for Sarah as well as Irish.

"Thank you" Irish smiled at him.

"You can call me Carl" The driver responded. "Any other time, Ma'am?" He was referring to Sarah.

"Irish why not hand over your house key to Carl, he will get your necessary Stuffs?"

"Huh? I'm I starting immediately?"

"Good Lord, yes you're , Irish"Sarah said and walked into the house.

"Here, am I allowed to keep my dog too? I have a dog, Dolly by name and I have no one to adopt him".

"I'll bring her in for you, It's left to sir to decide if your dog stays," Carl collected the key and walked back into the car.

Irish walked into the house the way she had seen Sarah go through,. Everything was new to her as she has never been in such a place once in her life.

Billionare they say, and not millionaire. What do you expect? She questioned herself.

"This way Irish!" Sarah quickly dismissed the maids immediately Irish stepped in.

"So I'll start by taking you round the house. You will get assigned to your job by my brother when he's back in two days time. You've to be in your best behavior as you have to pass his test too"

"Oh." Irish muttered as she trailed behind Sarah.

"This is the family personal dining, expect family no one else has the right to dine there expect being invited." Irish nodded as she admired the dining.

"This is Ethan's reading room" Sarah pointed to a door as they walked past it. "Once he's there, he's there for rest"

"Does that mean he doesn't want any sort of distraction or being disturbed?"

"Yes".

"This is Arin's room" She opened a particular door.

It was sparkling clear and the room was painted pink I'm colour, every thing in the room was pink or purple in colour.

"You must keep an close eye on Arin, she's a good girl and get along easily but she hated California... She may place her rule for you" Sarah laughs and went along as showing her Arin's Bathroom... Closet, and others .

Expect for the room door there are two other doors inside the room which one was the bathroom door.

"I'll show you your room,before that... This door is a mini door... I can also lead into the Nanny's room which should be your room, making it easy for you to attend to her when needed" Irish nodded.

"Come, I'll take you to your room" They both walked out and walked into the next room.

"Is this my room?" Irish asked as she was baffled with the beauty of the room. What does she expect when she's in a Billionare's home.

"Yes it is. The maids will bring in your few stuffs when Carl is back. Your closet needs to be changed too, As Ethan won't tolerate you wearing this" Sarah said and smiled so Irish won't fell bad.

Oh" She mouthed.

Just so you see, This door leds directly to Arin's room so you can attend to her faster". Irish nodded.

"Now that's all for today, You need to rest... Ethan and Arin will be back in two days time so I'm sure by then you may have been familiar with all the things here."

"Thank you so much Sarah" she smiled.

"Do call if you need any sort of support" Sarah dropped her card and walked out.

Irish sighed and held her waist as she started round the room. Heaven in Earth" she tell herself.

She walked into the bathroom and to have a bath was all she needed as the bathroom was smiling at her in her imaginations.

She opened the supposed Arin's attached door and Sarah was right, it will be easy to attend to her quickly like this.

Irish smiled, and hoped Arin and Her father Ethan will just be as sweet as Sarah. She's not good at tolerating rude people.

She removed her wears and went into the shower for a long cold bath.

She should probably call her mother after this and inform her about the updates. She's grateful that she didn't give up and she promised to dedicate her best in her works. "She's dealing with a Billionare" she reminded herself.

NAME ~ Irish Levine

ADDRESS ~ Apartment 87 Cobittain Building, California.

AGE~ 25

PARENTS ~ Fredrickson Levine - For ex jewelry attendant.

~ Ana Levine ~ Fashion Designer for Poulet fashions.

GPA ~ None.

DEGREE ~ None

JOB - Model for Poulet fashions and ex Model for Alicia's Fashions.

HOBBIES - Sewing , Cooking & Reading.

MARTIAL STATUS - Single.

Ethan read the file Sarah had sent to him in his email. He was okay with what he saw but he wasn't satisfied. He had to meet the nanny first before concluding. He doesn't play with his daughter and won't start her being maltreated or abused by her nanny.

He trust Sarah to appoint a good nanny but he has truth issue.

"Can I come in Daddy."? His angel Arin knocked at his door. He shut his laptop and raised his face.

'"come here little angel" Arin ran and hugged him.

"How was your night?"

"It could have been good but I went to bed without you".

"I'm sorry angel"

"What happened? You didn't come back home last night"! Arin pouts.

"I went for business and I thought it will end early but I was mistaken, It was late to come back that night so I Lodge a hotel. I'm sorry" Ethan pecked her and she squeeze her face.

"I told you not to drink alcohol in the mornings!"

"It was just a glass" Ethan laughed.

"It's still the same , you drank it before breakfast, it's unhealthy".

"I'm sorry Daughter. I just needed to calm my nerves"

"Have you been thinking?"

"Arin, your six years and speak more than your age. Come here let's go have breakfast"

"Ok Mr Ethan!"

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Irish finished taking her bath and walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear a knock on her door.

"A minute please" She said and hurriedly put on the only cloth she saw on the closet.

She opened the door and it was two maids who were carrying her luggages and another set of new bag she couldn't recognized. Dolly was with them too as she wriggled her tail. "Please Come in" Irish told the maids.

"I'll help arrange that"

"No thanks, Miss Sarah demand we leave you to rest" one of the maids said.

"Oh" Irish mouthed.

The maid helped filled the empty closet with new wears and shoes, and flip flop. Irish felt honoured.

In less that 28 minutes the maids were done and exist the room. Irish picked up her phone and placed a call on her mother.

"Hello Irish".

"Hey mum:-*Guess what?"

"You seem excited so I have no doubt that you've gotten a job? What's it about?"

"Yeah mum. Remember the waitress girl I told you about last week? She helper get a job" Irish went on and on to tell her mother how Sarah had helped her passed the interview.

"A nanny Job? Are you happy with that? You're a Modeler Irish."

"Mum... I have tried, Model is not something one can do without money. I'm tired, Maybe when I get enough money from this new job I can decide what else to do in my life. Beside I'm in a billionaire's home".

"Billionare with a child? Nanny Job? I trust you Irish ad I can decide your life for you. Just do what makes you happy, Have you meet them?"

"No Mother, They will be back in two days time"

" Okay "

"How's Daddy? I understand he's still mad at me but do tell him I miss him and will be back when I'm okay. Talk later"

Irish ended the call and sighed. Dolly licked her face happily as they both laughed. Dolly seemed also excited about their new home.

"Stay here Dolly, I'll go take a look at the house".

Dolly wriggled her tail understandably. Irish walked out of the room shutting the door behind. The house was huge and she could get lost easily if she's not careful. She find her way into the kitchen and meet an older woman backing her and preparing something.

"Hey"? She greeted and the older woman probably in her mid-forties turned to face her.

"Hello? Are you the new maid? I can't recoil your face and I heard there were ten new appointed maids"

"No I'm not. I'm the Nanny"

"Oh. That's cool, you just arrived I guess. Please sit down while I prepare dinner, I don't mind you keeping the company".

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Irish asked as she sat down.

"Just help cut the onions and that's all, I'm almost done" Irish stood up and grabbed the onions then start cutting.

"How long have you been working here and do you live in?"

"For the past 16 years, and yes I do" the woman uttered as she added some spices into her pot. Irish wowed.

"That have been a whole long of years, Alone? Do you have a child? Sorry I'm just curious"

"It's fine. I'm bored staying alone with no one to chart with, I've a son he's 18.. I've been working here this long because that's the only way I can return Ethan's favour to me. He had asked me to take a leave but I insisted on still working here".

"A favour. Do you mind sharing", Irish used her left hand to wipe off the tears circles in her eyes due to the onion she was cutting.

"Yes, he helped me when my baby was still a month old. I was set out parking and had no where to go, but he gave me and my boy shelter. And for the past 17 years he had been taking care of my needs and that of my boy. I'm forever grateful to him".

"He must be a nice man", Irish smiled.

"He is" The other woman closed her pot. "You can called me Gabrielle"

"I'm Irish. How come it's only you in the kitchen while their are lot of maids who can help out?"

"Ethan loved his meal prepared by me. He doesn't trust any of his maids as they can poison him like what happened years ago".

"What Happened?"

"That might be a story for another day. Here give me the onion and thanks"

Irish went back and sat as she wondered what happened.

"But he's not around now. Atleast you should have someone helping."

"I'm already used to it. Even if he's around or not" Gabrielle smiled.

Just the a maid walked in and went to the fridge. Took some water and walked out. Irish stared at her.

"You should be careful with all of the maids here, They all have skeleton on their closet"

"Thanks for the advice".

"You're welcome. Help me set the dinner while I dish out the meal, Sarah is still around and will want her food ready before she leave"

"I'll have mine here, and I wanted to ask, I've a dog "Dolly" and I was wondering if it can land me into trouble or I should be place it for adoption?"

"It will be bad of you, If he's..." Irish corrected her immediately. "She" she smiled.

"Oh, if she's a good dog then it's okay. Arin loves dog too and you can win her heart with that".

"Alright thanks. I'll set the table now. I have a lot of questions but probably I'll ask tomorrow". She walked out after Gabrielle had nodded.

Gabrielle stared behind her as she trailed away, She's already in love with her unlike other maids who act like there's no one like them. Gabrielle was sure Ethan and her daughter will like Irish too.

She smiled and went on the dishing out of the foods.

_ _ _

It was already 8:26 at night when Irish walked back into her room with her dog's food. Gabrielle had helped her order some.

She was grateful and happy there's someone in the house she could talk to. An older person too. She wasn't so good at associating with her mate.

In as much as she tried not to think about it , she was still curious about the poison thing. She's still new, she tell herself. To worry much about this.

"Come here Dolly! Sit!" She ordered her as she stuck out her tongue and wriggled her tail. She was a good girl. Irish patted her and dishes out the food then served her.

She stood up after attending to the dog and walked to her unpacked box. The maids had only changed the closet but didn't unpack the box they got from her old house.

So she opened it and unpacked it herself. She finished in twenty minutes and then climbed the bed with her laptop. She wanted to do more research about the family of Ethan. She thought, if Gabrielle said he's a kind man why did his wife left him? A misunderstanding? Was it him? Or her? Or do they only agree to have a child and part ways?

She was curious. Very curious, as she operated her laptop and tap on more search about Ethan. But the site was blank. "Seems he's a private man" Irish said disappointedly.

She shut her laptop and led on the bed awaiting sleep. "tomorrow will be a quite long day"

"Dolly?" She called and the dog rushed up to sit on the bed with her.

"Good girl" she kissed her and patted her as Dolly danced around happily.

"I want to ask. Do you think Ethan and her daughter are going to like me?" The dog wriggled her tail and bark just once in return to her question.

"You think so? Then why am I nervous?" She sighed and stood up then brought out her own and diary. She wrote a few things, probably about her day , then shot the book and led on the bed, her eyes shot.