The Billionaires Naughty Maid

At the moment nothing really mattered to me, not even the noise from my noisy neighborhood, I had my attention focused somewhere else. For weeks I've been applying for countless jobs but each of them I've been turned down. I just got accepted into college and I really needed the job.

I've wasted a lot of time doing other things rather than going to college. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to go to college after high school but I wasn't lucky enough to have the money, so I needed to get this job.

I was twenty-three years old and I needed to set some things in my life straight, before I begin to believe the mocking voice always telling me Kathrine, you have no use in this world.

I was glued to the screen of my phone, my email box already opened, and my heart was beating faster than usual.

This job was referred to me by a friend because jobs like this were hard to come by, the job was to become a personal maid to a billionaire, I've done a thorough study of what they expect from me, I was expected to clean the bosses room, serve his meal, wash his clothes.

The other part of the house wasn't my concern I guess, maybe they had other maids for that role. I waited another hour still staring at my phone my hope already draining like my battery percentage.

I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up it was already dark. I turned to my phone to see if the long-expected message had dropped but as I tapped my screen it didn't come on indicating that the battery was dead, just like the way I was feeling, dead.

I groaned into my pillow as I took my phone and plugged it, hoping that by the time it powers and I turn it on there'll be good news awaiting me. My stomach growled reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, and I was running out of resources. I wanted to cry at the thought of that, I don't know why but I was convinced that I would get that job.

It was going to save me a lot, I would have to live there for whenever the boss needed something which would cut off the rent for me and feeding wouldn't be a problem, I would just have to focus on college.

Sighing to myself I took my purse to inspect the little cash I had left, I grudgingly moved myself from my spot as I decided to go to the nearest store to see what groceries the little money I had could afford.

By the time I finished buying the few things I could afford, I didn't have much on me but I was sure I could still survive two or three weeks.

It was really late when I got back home and I was too tired and frustrated to bother cooking, I just decided to eat the cookies I bought, at least that would do till the next day. Not caring to check my phone I just went to bed forcing myself to go to sleep.