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“This is your room; there’s a bathroom, closet,” I keep nodding to inform Mrs. Lindy that I understood what she was saying. “Let me know when you need something,”

“Uh, Mrs. Lindy, I was just curious, why do I have my room? I supposed I’ll be working here as a babysitter or maid?”

“The president ordered us to treat you as our guest and not a worker,” I nod, trying hard not to feel awkward with that, well, I came here for work, “If you’ll excuse me, the president wants you to rest, since he wasn’t able to meet you tonight because of a sudden meeting.”

I nod and let her leave; I’m still wondering who’s president she is talking about? I spoke with Mr. Kyoto, but his card says he’s the administration head, not the president. Is that what they call the heads now, or do I have another boss? Is Mr. Kyoto not my boss? I thought he was since he’s the one who offered me a job. Well.

I put down my bags and made a quick tour inside my room. I bet it’s a guestroom. The room’s walls were cream, the floor was wood, glass window filled the left side of the room, a white vanity table, a 42’ inch attached television, below is a thin glass table, on the top of it was remote, and a mini flower face, it was arranged beautifully.

In the middle, a wood color closet, a Cleopatra seat was a black and white bed; it’s a classic yet elegant looking room. As if I was in a hotel. I’ll think about everything tomorrow, for now, I want to rest, it’s past ten o’clock.

I don’t know if I’m just lucky or what I was able to find not just a home but also a job, and I wanted to think that it’s God’s blessing to me after all the struggles I have encountered. Who would have thought that I could make it within this age? Mama and Papa left me alone, with no family beside me; I had to live life for my own. I’m used to not seeking any help since I have to do everything on my own,

“Ma, Pa, watch me achieve my goals, please be with me although out, I’ll make you proud while you’re both there in heaven. I miss you both.”

“Good morning.” I mumbled to myself while looking at the mirror, “Let’s do it.”

It’s past five-thirty, I woke up and fixed myself, I’m in my uniform now, and Mrs. Lindy asked me to go downstairs to eat before I go to school, she also reminded me to keep my phone with me since the president will be calling me any time of the day, which I obliged.

The whole dining is so well lit, the servers were preparing something which I don’t know, but no one’s sitting in the dining, “Mrs. Lindy?” I caught her attention since she was swamped when I arrived, “Why am I the only one here? Where the others?” I mean, there should be other people who will eat breakfast with me since there’s a lot of food on the table.

“You can choose whatever you like, then eat.” My forehead creased, “Why?”

“Are you not eating with me?” they all bowed.

“No, we are not supposed to dine with our guest; that would be disrespectful.” She said in her stern tone.

“But, I want to eat will all of you; this food is such a waste.”

“No, we can’t.”

“Come on. Dine with me.”

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“Okay, class, take that as your homework, and pass it on Monday morning, class dismiss.”

I massaged my temple and shoulder; it was a tiring day, a straight five-hour lesson. Being a senior high is no joke. Jesus.

I fixed my things and tied my hair, it’s sunny outside, and I don’t think letting my hair down is a good idea. It will just surely annoy the hell out of me.

After making sure all my stuff was inside my bag, I decided to go to my part-time job; I bet Pat was waiting for me; I couldn’t tell him about my new job. I have to go and te-

“Ms. Caelum?” A man in a suit approached me, “I’m Lester; Mr. Kyoto requested your presence. Can you come with me?” I looked at him, trying to figure out if he’s buffing with me or what, “He said he called you since this morning, but you are not answering.” That’s when I realized my phone was in silent mode; my boss had been calling me fifteen times! Damn it! What should I do?

“Then, please come with me. Mr. Kyoto has been waiting for you, and I will bring you to him.”

Oh, boy.