It felt like she had just closed her eyes and was bout to fall asleep when she felts Sarah’s tiny surprisingly painful hands slap her shoulder.
“Ugh,” Alita growled sending Sarah a death glare.
“I know you hate me and want me dead at this moment, but,” Sarah chuckled looking heavenward, “You are awake,” she said sashaying her way to the bathroom.
“You are joking right?” Alita bawled squeezing the sheets in her hands, wishing it was Sarah’s neck. “You haven’t even taken your bath yet?” Alita shook her head in disbelief, “You couldn’t wait until you were done? Those few minutes mean something...good rest and beauty sleep...Agh,” She slowly, reluctantly dragged herself off the bed. It was the hardest thing to do, getting off of the bed -waking up fully.
It wasn’t her fault that she was always too tired; dealing with kids is so much work -all the screaming and moving around, the little devils don’t make it easy for you. At least she doesn’t have to tolerate those little William devils anymore, and if this job works out well, she will be taking care of an infant, which is basically, bath, feed, feed, bathe, feed, quite easy. The pay will be more since it was grumpy face, she thought to her face, her lips curled into half a smile as she thought to herself fiddling her legs around the ground for her flops.
After a few seconds of blindly, lazily feeling around for her flops, she decided to look down. She should have felt it by now. “Sarah!” She screamed on top of her voice. “You are a witch, I know it now,” She gritted her teeth breathing heavily. “Even my slippers?”
“What are friends for?” Sarah yelled from the bathroom. “Why did you buy this very soft slipper, bouncy and squishy comfort. I just couldn’t help it.”
“My life...” Alita said between her teeth, sizing up the room. The mess she made the previous day would not tidy up itself. She began picking things and putting them where they should be. She was almost done when Sarah slowly opened the bathroom door, peeping from behind the door to see whether or not Alita had set a trap for her or she was waiting to spray powder on her hair again. Alita easily did that whenever she was mad at her.
“I don’t even have your time today,” Alita rolled her eyes at her. “You know me, you know what I can do.”
Sarah nodded still hiding behind the door. “You know we have to go to the office early right?” She blinked numerously at Alita. “We can’t run late so…”
“Come out so I can go in and get ready,” Alita hissed. “Don't go starting what you can’t finish,” She whispered under her breath, smirking to herself.
“I should come out? I can come out?” Sarah said hesitantly. “You mean it, Alita? Between you and God, I can come out?”
“Hmm mmm,” Alita hummed eyes glued to the clothes she was holding in her hand.
Alita quickly skipped to the bathroom, turned the knob so it was locked, and then waited for Sarah to scream. A few seconds and a Sarah let out a shriek. Alita howled a melody along with Sarah’s screams for help, fisting in the air.
“Please don’t wake me up with slaps again, ever in your life, please, I always wake up with the an to do something evil when you wake me up like that and you are just there for me to do evil to, not that I didn’t think of something worse, but because you might be getting me a job today and I am grateful for your effort at making my life better than the mess it is, I choose to put a pinch of pepper in your face cream.”
“You are the one calling me a witch,” Sarah sniffled feeling around for tissue Alita said was on the shelf. “I hate you so much. You are wicked!”
“If you had just called my name, we wouldn’t be so emotional right now, would we?” Alita said and then carried on with her bath.
It was the longest morning in that year for Alita, although closely similar to the morning she had gone to Mrs. Williams for her interview -the suspense and the uncomfortable tingly feeling in her insides, the wrecking nerves, she always wished the day could be over in a minute and the next day would start without having to live through the pressure and tension of interviews. Sometimes they end up asking you questions that are off-topic and unnecessarily unrelated to the job and you always have to answer, else…
The closer they got to the office, the hotter and even more uncomfortable Alita felt, her knees were weaker by the second, but they arrived.
Benson wasn’t there yet, he was the boss so he could arrive at the office at whatever time in the morning he deemed fit, and honestly, Sarah, Alita, and Luke weren’t expecting him to come early like he always does because of the bay.
Everyone in the trio were imagine all sorts of things wrong that he could be doing to the baby, was sent into a frenzy at the thought of millions of ways he could unintentionally kill the baby.
Sarah spoke first after a while of uncomfortable silence and tension in the air as all three of them sat in the reception as they waited for Benson to arrive at the office with the baby in one piece.
“Luke, call him, call Mr. Astor,” She fiddled with her finger. Her leg kept shaking. She was one to let her thoughts go wild.
“Well, you can call him, you are his secretary, you can call him as well as I can, so don’t put this on me,” Luke shrugged, making sure to avoid eye contact with the beautiful lady sitting opposite him.
“You are his assistant, which means you are closer to him which makes you more disposed to survive however the call goes and whatever meaning Mr. Astor makes of it. I am sure he is a man who doesn’t like to be deemed impotent, so mind how you ask him, so he wouldn't feel incapacitated and then blow up on...” Alita paused as she noticed Luke and Sarah were now looking over her. She hated it whenever people don’t give her attention when she was talking. She followed their gaze to find out what was more important than the life of a poor baby that was being manhandled and probably violated at such young age, infancy; her eyes met with shiny expensive-looking shoes and as she lifted her face, her eyes met Benson’s, he was already there when she spewed her first five words.
She turned back and shot Sarah a glare that spelled her disappointment in her so-called best friend who is supposed to have her back by signaling her when Benson arrived so she would stop talking and not lose the job, but now he had heard everything she said, and she remembers little to nothing of what she had said. She only thought about the baby and the hardship she was probably going through.
She turned back to Benson and for a few seconds she savored the sight before her mind regained consciousness and she simpered, then her eyes fell on the baby, that looked fine and not near death like she imagine she would be. Obviously, Benson had done a great job with the baby, or so it seemed.
“I have lost the job haven’t I,” Alita said unaware she was thinking out loud.
“What job?” Benson squinted at Sarah with obvious confusion and then raised his brows at Luke who straight up pointed at Sarah.
Alita, pursed her lips and stood up, wiped her gown, and took two steps sideways so Sarah would come in view.
Benson’s eyes inevitably followed Alita as she moved. He found himself analyzing her curves. He was taken aback by the sight that was unraveled as she stood up and wiped her dress. It was a few seconds but Benson had seen so much in his mind eye. The dress she put on really enunciated her features. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts which had run pretty far and wide, and glared at Sarah expectantly.
“How does she know about this, given that we have to keep this on a low? Who is she again, and which job is she here for?” Benson controlled his voice so he wouldn't sound as aggravated as he was about the whole scenario he walked into. Something about the word impotent in her sentence just sparked a furry in his loins. He was immediately upset. The word now had a personal meaning and a rather unfortunate relation to him. “She is the nanny for the baby,” Sarah nervously stuttered. “So I had to tell her about it and she happens to be…” She intertwined her fingers as she spoke.“This was supposed to be discrete, very discrete and you went about it without informing me,” Benson turned to Luke. “You knew about this?” He asked and Luke nodded in negation. “Well?”
“I know I said we must keep this on the low and it is, it still is, this will help you help us keep it as low as possible. It might seem or even have been reckless but I assure you it is for the better. Having a nanny that I know is trustworthy will come in handy for controlling the situation until we can make complete sense of it. She would take care of the baby and you can deal with your daily endeavors as normal without risking being seen with a baby on your way to work again so as not to start a media apocalypse that will intrude the current negotiations to a failure, and we can’t have that,” Sarah heaved, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “So… I am sorry for treating this as an emergency and not telling you first but we can’t say this is not the best solution we’ve got on our hands now.”Benson took another look at Alita, exhaled, and then turned to Luke. “Ask one of the drivers to take her home. I will think about it,” he tightened his jaw shooting Sarah a dry look, “and get back to you,” he completed and headed straight for his office.
Alita kneaded her temple as Luke lead her to the driveway. She and Sarah shared a worried look before following Luke to her ride home.
"Who likes to be deemed impotent?” Benson muttered nudging his door open. The baby in his hands clamped down his exploding emotions. If some woman didn’t decide to be selfishly irresponsible, he wouldn’t be n this mess right now. He slowed down when he heard the baby moan. His heart skipped and terror gripped him. No, not again. He wasn’t ready for another episode. He had woken up to an alarm that rang earlier than usual, in fact, he rarely set his alarm at all. He was the boss so, except he needed to make it to work very early, there was no need to rush. No one bosses the boss around. She cut his sleep short with a loud ear deafening scream. He woke up and just froze. He had no idea what to do. In fact, he had even forgotten everything about the baby. He didn’t know what to give the baby to shut her up. He had to go on the internet and search for reasons why a baby would cry in the morning. He felt his dumbest when he realized that it was because they were hungry and most babies
As Sarah approached the door to their apartment on her way home from work, she considered the possibility of meeting everything scattered like the previous day. Alita had most likely exploded again, and she was probably blaming herself for talking too much or something.Sarah considered calling Alita to inform her, but decided it would be better to inform her in person knowing dully well that this decision was at the expense of returning home to a wreck, just like the day before.Alita is a composed and well-controlled individual. She is almost always in the midst of everything and prefers to ride the flow of life to wherever it takes her rather than using force and being brusque, even when necessary. However, when she snaps, she truly snaps. She goes berserk and does things you'd never expect her to do.Sarah hoped she would open the door and see Alita. If she wasn't at home, she was probably at a bar, drinking excessively and on the verge of doin
Benson kept a close eye on Alita as she walked away. He promised to keep his thoughts pure, but as he silently promised himself, his thoughts were too quick, and his infatuation had grown from a smolder to full-fledged sexual fantasies.In his mind's eye, he had her in his arms and he was taking gentle nibbles at her neck. He'd do anything at that moment to satisfy his desires. Damn Ben, get out of your head, he told himself as he turned his face away from the door and closed his eyes tightly so that all he could see was a black space in his mind, but his thoughts were stronger than him, not that he wanted to fight it. His thoughts went on more vividly. It felt too real to be a fantasy.As his mind let him see, she returned and jumped him, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him passionately, and he is completely taken aback. He pressed his hands against her waist and wrapped his arms around her waist. He moaned as the warmth from her body sent chill
The first times you do something are always crucial and are usually etched in your memory. You never forget about them. As a result, you do everything possible to make a good first impression. So make sure you don't get labeled a loser on your first day of school, or you'll have to live with it for the rest of your life. Alita wanted to make a good first impression at work so she could progress from there. She got up early and dressed before she had to leave for his house. Benson had mailed his address to her, so she knew where to go. Sarah was surprised and impressed when she awoke to find she had already completed her preparations for her first day at her new job. The strangest thing Sarah couldn't figure out was why Alita kept staring at her wristwatch. Even stranger, she wasn't a watch wearer. Alita hadn't worn a wristwatch in a very long time. She simply does not wear watches. Sarah, on the other hand, kept her thoughts to herself, taking in and digesting what was going on. Th
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Nobody goes to work expecting a catastrophe or anything that will occur at some time during the day and then ruin the remainder of the day or even the entire week. We'd go to any length to ensure that everything goes according to plan. Benson was a meticulous planner who always followed through with his objectives. And on that particular day, according to his schedule. He was attending a VIP party to which he had been invited purely for the purpose of seeing a prospective client and discussing their business. He was opposed to the concept of throwing a party, but he persuaded himself to do it for the sake of the company.Benson disliked gatherings because practically every woman in the room would be smiling excessively at him from a distance, even if they weren't close enough to flirt with him, which made him feel uncomfortable. He never appreciates the things that he receives very easily, so the women that come to him and hurl themse
Alita pulled her thoughts away from the enormous burden she had placed on them.In the middle of her fight to forget what to had found, she walked past a boutique where she spotted a dress she felt would be perfect for Sarah and dashed in to buy it for her. As she checked it out, she hoped that it would draw attention to Sarah's femininity and indicate her appeal to others. The low neckline, the tightly fitted bodices, and the extravagantly designed skirt are all highlights of the dress. Sarah would appear bare-armed and stunning as a result of the reflective material.She bought the dress and hit the road again, this time walking much quicker than she had been. She couldn't wait to see Sarah test the outfit. She imagined the look of delight on Sarah’s face when she finally put the dress on.Keeping a smirk on her lips as she gripped the box that
13.Alita's heart sank when she approached Benson's house, asked the door open, and was greeted by Julie's screaming. As she rapidly made her way to Julie’s room, her eyes quickly surveyed the living room. She detected the odor of alcohol in the air and immediately knew Benson had been drinking. When she saw the fragments of a broken bottle all over the ground at the entrance to Julie's room, a shudder rushed down her spine and her heart almost stopped. Julie's sobbing was more audible as the door to her room was wide open."What exactly happened here?" She inquired into the air. Before reaching Julie's bed, she skipped between the shards of the broken bottle and stretched her hand forward. She took her up and held her, slowly bouncing about and tapping her on the back. Julie's shouts subsided to coughs and sniffles.Alita sympathized with her. She drew Julie's face to hers