4

As I was guided through the mansion’s corridors towards the president’s room, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttered in my stomach. This was it, my first meeting with Mr. Kyoto, the president of this grand estate where I had just started working. When I stepped into the room, Mr. Kyoto greeted me with a warm smile, which eased some of my nerves.

He was a distinguished man in his late 50s, with a commanding presence. His office was spacious, with walls adorned with elegant artwork and shelves filled with books. A large mahogany desk dominated the room, neatly organized with papers and a few personal items. Mr. Kyoto himself was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of authority and confidence that matched his position as the head of this grand estate. His attire was tasteful, with a subtle but undeniable sense of wealth and power.

“How was your first night in the mansion, Polaris?” Mr. Kyoto inquired, his tone gentle and welcoming.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to express my feelings. “It was okay, but a bit uncomfortable,” I replied, trying to convey my mixed emotions.

Mr. Kyoto nodded understandingly, his eyes reflecting empathy. “I understand. It can take some time to adjust to a new place. We want you to feel comfortable and at home here.”

His words reassured me, and I felt a wave of gratitude towards him. “Thank you, Mr. Kyoto. I appreciate your kindness,” I said sincerely, grateful for his understanding.

Mr. Kyoto waved a hand dismissively, his smile unwavering. “Think nothing of it. We’re delighted to have you here. Now, let’s discuss your duties for the day.”

“Mr. Kyoto, may I ask what my tasks will be?” I inquired, eager to understand my role in this new environment.

Mr. Kyoto smiled and reached for a paper on his desk. Handing it to me, he said, “This document outlines your duties, schedule, payment details, benefits, and it’s open for any requests or concerns you may have.”

Taking the paper, I scanned through the details. It listed various tasks I would be responsible for, including assisting four of my schoolmates who happened to be well-known figures in our school. My responsibilities included helping them with their studies, managing their schedules, and providing any necessary support to ensure their well-being while in the mansion. The schedule was laid out clearly, with specific timings for my work and breaks. The payment and benefits were also outlined, ensuring transparency and clarity about my compensation and entitlements.

“Is there anything else you need from me, Polaris?” Mr. Kyoto asked, his tone inviting further questions or clarifications.

As I finished reviewing the document, a question formed in my mind. “Mr. Kyoto, I do have one question,” I began, hesitating slightly. “Why would your grandchildren need someone to take care of them? They are grown adults who should be able to fend for themselves.”

Mr. Kyoto chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Polaris, you haven’t met them yet. Once you do, you’ll understand why I need to hire someone to take care of them. They may be grown, but they have their own unique… shall we say, quirks. And that’s why I can offer such a substantial salary with many benefits.”

His response piqued my curiosity even more. I wondered what kind of individuals his grandchildren were that warranted such special attention.

As I considered Mr. Kyoto’s response, another question surfaced in my mind. “Do your grandchildren know about this arrangement?” I asked, curious about their involvement.

Mr. Kyoto shook his head. “Not yet. They rarely come home. However, I plan to arrange a dinner for all of us soon to introduce you to them.”

I was taken aback by this revelation. “Do you think they will agree to it?” I inquired, wondering how they would react to the news.

Mr. Kyoto smiled knowingly. “Polaris, you are their ultimatum,” he replied cryptically.

I was shocked by his words and sought clarification. “Ultimatum? What do you mean?” I asked, trying to comprehend his meaning.

Mr. Kyoto leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “Polaris, I am a businessman. I intend to use people and strategy for my own benefit, and you are one of them. It’s a win-win situation.”

His words left me feeling unsettled. Was I just a pawn in his game? I felt a surge of offense rise within me, but Mr. Kyoto quickly reassured me.

“However,” he continued, “I assure you that I will provide everything you need. As long as you carry out your duties well, you won’t have to worry about anything.”

His words offered some reassurance, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of being manipulated.

Nevertheless, I knew I needed this job, so I nodded, trying to push aside my concerns.

As I left Mr. Kyoto’s office, I felt a mix of curiosity and uncertainty about what lay ahead. With his enigmatic words still echoing in my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder about the true nature of my role in this grand estate.

As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Kyoto called out to me before I could leave. “Polaris, there’s no need to worry about starting just yet. Take some time to familiarize yourself with the details of your contract and the schedule. Enjoy yourself for now.”

I turned back to face him, feeling a bit relieved by his reassurance. “Thank you, Mr. Kyoto. I’ll make sure to go through everything carefully,” I replied, trying to hide my lingering concerns.

He nodded, his expression serene. “Good. Once you feel ready, we’ll discuss your starting point. In the meantime, take this opportunity to settle in and get to know the estate.”

With that, I left his office, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that I had some time to adjust before diving into my duties. However, Mr. Kyoto’s cryptic words continued to linger in my mind, leaving me with a sense of unease about what the future might hold.