The New Job

"I thought you said that the housekeeper to replace Karla is on her way? Where is she then?!" His voice thundered through the phone and the woman at the other end had to pull it out of her ears for a few seconds before placing it back again. 

Bryce was angry and she knows that whenever he's angry, it doesn't usually end well. How does she explain it to him that the lady in question hasn't arrived yet.

He will have her head if she dared to say that so she has to come with a quick answer and fast. 

In as much as Bryce has a long list of women to feed his sexual desires, he still doesn't like the female gender. He only fucks them and that's it.

"She's on her way sir. I'm pretty sure that there's traffic so that's why she hasn't arrived yet" she explained. Good. At least she has managed to salvage the situation.

Bryce hissed and disconnected the call. It was pointless to keep on talking anyways.

Bryce took in the state of his house after the called and scrowled in disdain.

The place was a mess.

After his little sexcapede with red haired girl number one, he had expected the place to be like this and that's why he needed a housekeeper urgently. 

His previous one had left after being accepted into college and the oldest one he has will not be able to do everything by herself and that's why he took it into consideration to get a new one. Although, his previous housekeeper was one hot lady but he had promised not to sexualize any of his workers. He preferred the regular whores. 

He'll just have to go to work in hopes that she has resumed before he gets back otherwise, he's going to make sure that the Agency doesn't have another client in the future. 

Bunch of idiots.

*.*.*.*

Hera arrived at Los Angeles. One of the big cities in California after crying and consoling everyone at the convent. She was loved by most of the sisters so she knew that her absence would be felt but still, it won't stop her from chasing her dreams.

After leaving the convent, she booked a cab and they left after she gave him her direction. They drove her all the way to Atlanta. 

All through the drive, she couldn't sleep. She was fascinated by the roads, the streets, the cars, the big buildings that almost reached the sky.

She was even tempted to ask the driver at some point if most of the buildings really got to heaven. It was just too much and she found herself being overwhelmed by everything she saw.

She had seen some before they were brought to live in the convent but that was twenty years ago. She hasn't left the convent in twenty years. Although most sisters had told them stories about the outside world but it was still nothing compared to what she was seeing. 

She would definitely make a name for herself and make sure that she succeeds as well. 

The driver who saw how strangely she looked at things, made it his mission to explain things to her. He knew that living in the convent can make you oblivious to the happenings in the real world. He only wishes that she finds what she's looking for. The outside world can be a scary place for an innocent person like her. 

When they arrived at her destination, he helped her with her bags before bidding her farewell. 

She looked at the sign at the entrance to confirm if she was indeed at the right place before walking inside.

When she got in, she found everyone walking working busily so she sought help from one of the women at the counter.

"Hello." She greeted with a bright smile "I'm Hera Whitson..."

"You're the bitch that's supposed to resume work today?"

Hera nodded smilingly not taking any offense in the girl's choice of words. It was almost like she didn't hear them.

"Yes that's me."

"And you're just arriving now. Ma'am Petra will surely have your head for this" she seethed before placing a call across to her boss. 

Hera's brows furrowed in confusion. What were they talking about? 

Soon enough, a woman in her early thirties stepped out of the office and came to where she stood. Petra took in the state of Hera's dress. She would've commented on it if she had the time to do so but she doesn't. She's already walking on fire as it is.

"Hera Whitson?"

"That's me." Hera responds, facing her. 

"I was thinking of replacing you with someone else had it been you came later than this but let's just say that luck is on your side." She told her with a straight face "The person you're supposed to be working for is already mad so you have to leave before you infuriate him any further"

She scribbled an address on a piece of paper and handed it over to her. 

"Twenty percent of what you earn goes to the agency. I've sorted that out with your new boss" she explained while Hera was busy studying the content of the paper that she just handed over to her.

"How do I get there?" Came Hera's reply.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"I'm very sorry" Hera apologized when the tone of the woman changed. "I've never been to the city before so I don't know my way around here."

"Just take a cab and give him the address. The place you'll be working is very popular and everyone in this city, knows where it's located."

A smile found its way to Hera's cheeks and she thanked the woman profusely before heading out of the office. 

Everything is slowly falling into place. It's only a matter of time now.

Hera successfully managed to book a cab after waving for over fifteen minutes. The city was a very busy one so she wasn't surprised at all.

She gave the driver her address and he drove her to her destination. 

After paying him, she picked up her bags at stood at the entrance of the big building that resembles that of a palace. The sign in front of the gate 'Donovan's' was spelt out in gold. 

Whoever lives here is a very wealthy and successful person and this is the life she had always dreamt of having.

She mumbled a small prayer before making her way to security.