CHAPTER 3: The Bar

XYNETH'S POV

I can't believe what just happened. Part of me had hoped that one day, I would cross paths with that man again, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I'm still trying to process the situation.

The man chuckles at my expression. "What a small world, our paths always cross again."

I don't know what to say, so I simply nod my head.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asks, and I immediately shake my head before speaking. "No, I'm not, Sir. It's just that I don't know exactly what to say. I apologize," I say politely.

"Don't worry about it. Let's get to the point. I'm going to ask you some questions, and you have to answer them truthfully. Okay?" he says in a cold tone, enough to make me shiver a little.

I nod my head. "Okay."

He smiles at me. "Please sit on the couch. You might get tired if you keep standing," he says.

I go to the couch near him without any complaints. I'm looking at his direction, and he's looking at me. I'm waiting for the interview to start.

"Okay. First, since you didn't give me your resume, I'm going to ask you some questions about your personal life. Is that okay?" he asks for my permission.

I nod my head. "Yes, it's okay."

"Good. What is your full name, your age, your birthdate, your zodiac sign, your hobbies, your favorite music, are you still single, and if so, how many exes do you have? What are your favorite foods and drinks? What is your goal in life? What do you hate in a person? What are your desires, and what are your past related jobs?" he asks, and I'm awed, forming an 'o' shape with my mouth.

When he realizes what he just asked, he clears his throat. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer all of that."

I chuckle. "It's okay. I'm going to answer anyway since I didn't give you my resume because I forgot it." I take a deep breath before answering his questions one by one, trying to remember all of them.

"My name is Xyneth Lava Asuncion. I'm 22 years old, turning 23. My birthdate is May 27, and my zodiac sign is Gemini. My hobbies are dancing, singing, reading novels, and watching dramas. As for my favorite music, I can't exactly answer that because if I have a favorite music and I keep replaying it, I end up hating it instead of liking it more. So my answer is whatever music suits my taste. Am I single? Yes, I am. How many exes? I have only one scumbag ex. My favorite food and drink... I can't say for sure. I'll eat whatever is served at the table as long as it's not poisonous and suits my liking. I'm not a picky eater. My goal in life? To meet my parents. What do I hate about a person? Someone who doesn't respect each other's preferences and doesn't know how to respect me and other people. My desires are to have money, and my past related jobs include being a bodyguard, fashion model, bartender, and waitress," I say, catching my breath.

"Thanks for the info. You're hired," he says with a smile.

As soon as I hear the word 'hired,' I beam with happiness. "Thank you so much, sir. I will do my best to take care of your son."

He smiles. "You're welcome. Don't call me 'sir' anymore. Start calling me Yves from now on, and we're good."

"What about my luggage and stuff in my house, Si—Yves? Since the poster says that I should live here, can I request to start working tomorrow? I need to organize my things before I start living here as a babysitter," I politely say.

"Okay," he immediately answers. "Make sure to be here at exactly 4:00 in the morning since you'll be responsible for taking care of my son, including bathing him and feeding him. I won't be here tomorrow because I have a lot of things to do for my company."

"Okay, noted. I will be here at four in the morning," I say politely before standing up. "Well then, pardon me. I will now take my leave. Thank you, Yves," I say before walking towards the door.

Before I can leave, Yves speaks up. "'Til we meet again," he says.

I'm curious about why he always says something like that, but I decide not to dwell on it. He's just teasing me, I'm sure.

As I'm about to leave, I see the beautiful maid humming while watering the plants. She stops humming as I pass by.

"Did you get hired?" the maid asks in a soft tone.

I smile. "Yes. Thanks for your encouragement."

"You're welcome. By the way, where are you going?"

"Home. To pack my belongings," I answer.

"Okay," she replies before getting back to what she was doing, while I walk through the gate.

As I'm walking, my phone rings, and I open my bag to retrieve it. I immediately answer the call when I see Rosalie's name on the caller ID.

"Dear, the Simon Company is hiring someone, so I thought I should give you a call. You're desperate to find another job, right? So grab the chance," Rosalie says on the other line.

"It's okay, you don't need to. I'm already hired as a babysitter, and besides, the salary is shockingly high. Since I'm hired, do you have time? If so, let's celebrate. It's on me," I say.

Rosalie immediately answers, "Damn, of course, yes! This is the day I've been waiting for. I'm going to ask for a leave today. Let's go to the XXX bar. Don't reject my suggestion; I also want to have some fun since my ex-boyfriend cheated on me."

I chuckle. "Okay, okay. Make sure to pick me up at my house since I don't have a chauffeur. I still need to pack my things."

"Okay. I'll just use my motorcycle to pick you up. Hurry up and pack your things," she says, sounding eager to drink lots of beer.

"I will. Bye," I say as I hang up the call.

I hail a cab to take me home. It's not payday yet, but since I have a stable job for the next five years, I want to spend the money I earned from my previous job. And for once in a while, I want to treat Rosalie as a thank you and to comfort her since I know her boyfriend cheated on her. That's what friendship is all about. After the hellos, there are always goodbyes, and after the goodbyes, we say hi to someone new.

My phone rings again, and I immediately answer it. "Don't worry, we will go to the bar later so you can drown your sorrows in alcohol," I say, expecting it to be Rosalie.

"You're going to a bar?" A cold baritone voice rang on my ear, making me stiffened.