Epsd 3

"What if I don't want to?" Bisila nagged with her hands on her hips.

"Then I will cause you trouble until you accept to become my employee," answered Mr. James, showing her into the carriage. "Listen, young lady, my son will be arriving in Armsville tomorrow, and I'd like you to be settled in by today. I will have Lady Matilda show you around as soon as you get there."

"I hope you won't regret the mess I will cause in your home. My charms are irresistible, Mr. James."

"I don't think I will, and by the way, maybe all you needed to change was this chance. I want to give it to you."

"But I have some rules of my own, Mr. James." Bisila was seriously tamed as they rode back to the James mansion.

"Are you giving me orders around my own house?" smirked James, surprised.

"You don't want them. You can just leave me here and head on back to your house. I can still get by on my own."

"Alright, what are the rules?" settled in for Mr. James to listen carefully.

"One, I hate calling you Mr. James, but that I can ignore."

"Oh! It's alright, you can skip the formalities."

"First, as I was saying. I don't want anyone to order me around like I'm a servant. Not your wife, not your son, not your daughter-in-law."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Bisila. First of all, you're going to be serving my daughter-in-law, so the only people you will be answerable to will be me and her. Okay?"

"Ummm. Okay, that I can take."

"Any more requests?"

"Ya, of course. I still want to be hanging out with my friends at the bar."

"Are you telling me? Because no one is tying you down. If you're done with your duties, just go hang out with your boys. After all, you're all they talk about all the time. They would miss you."

"Umm. That's all then," snapped Bisila as they had also arrived inside the mansion.

It was a very large home with a fountain at the entrance surrounded by so much green. The mansion servants were busy doing their work as Mr. James and Bisila saw their way inside.

Everyone was showing the utmost respect for the old man, having Bisila in thought and imagination of her bowing down to Mr. James.

"Ewwwww. I wouldn't do that." muttered Bisila, at once rushing out of her thoughts.

"Wouldn't do what?"

"Bow to greet you. That's sick."

"No one asked you to." smirked Mr. James, nodding his head and walking inside the house, for he knew he had just brought something else into his life. "Lady Matilda," he said to the elderly lady who was entering one of the rooms.

"Mr. James. Good morning, sir. How can I be of service?" greeted the lady walking in front of her boss.

"This is Bisila. Bisila, meet Lady Matilda."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady," said Matilda swiftly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Matilda."

"She is the new member of this house and all she will do is to care for my daughter-in-law."

"Oh." smirked Matilda timidly. "She was the caretaker of Lady Anna."

"Yeah, "Those eyes are scary," mumbled Bisila.

"Listen Lady Matilda. I want you to find a nice bed for her and show her around the house. I will be getting her some nice new clothes."

"Alright, Mr. James." nodded Matilda.

"Behave, Bisila." begged John.

"Oh yeah, captain," saluted Bisila, having James and Matilda chuckle at once.

"You're the change he's been talking about all this time." started Matilda, taking Bisila by the shoulder as James had left them on their own.

"Change."

"Yeah, This is the saddest house in Armsville. and you are certain of the person who might bring a smile to everyone here. I have a great feeling about it.

"Hmmmm. okay."

Matilda had shown her around the house, the kitchen and the living room, as well as later taking her to where she was supposed to stay. Her room was placed right next to where James Junior was supposed to reside with his new wife.

She expected a small, untidy room which she had to put together through the night but was surprised to find it very neat and big enough with a nice bed and white sheets. A bathroom for herself and a closet full of female clothes. As soon as she saw the clothes, she was disappointed and immediately called for Mr. James's attention. He was seated in his study when she rushed in without knocking. He was quiet, with his glasses set to read something from the paper he held in his hands.

"I don't like the closet you chose for me," she snapped as Matilda failed to stop her.

"What's wrong with it? They are very nice lady's clothes."

"I don't like lady's clothes, sir. My body doesn't agree with this. Please? Can you find me something else?"

"Okay," snapped James as he called on Matilda. "Let my tailor make her some casual clothes. Contact him as soon as possible."

"Alright sir," answered Matilda, walking out with a smile.

"Thank you."

A few hours after they had lunch, the tailor had arrived at the house and was taking measurements of the young lady.

She had not yet met the lady of the house, Ms. James, for she was said to have left very early to run some private business of her own, but in reality, she was out in Hemingsville having a good time with her secret lover.

"Make them as she requests, Mr. Davinson," Mr. James instructed the taylor taking the measurements.

"How do you want your clothes, young lady?" inquired Mr. Davinson from Bisila.

"Well. I want my pants to fit but with different colors. my shirts, long-sleeved and short-sleeved coats."

"Ha-ha." chuckled Mr. Davidson, who had picked some lone time with the Master of the House in his study. "She is the one, right?"

"Yes, Brat. She is the missing piece. I just hope she gives us what we all lost years ago."

"She is very stubborn," mentioned Brat, getting up from his seat.

"Yeah, She is."

"I will have her clothes sent in tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, dear friend. Just get her the best."

"I wouldn't want to disappoint you on this one."