A Real Womanizer

It is just barely 7 in the morning as I checked the clock after Miss Portia woke me up.

I'm a little bit annoyed since I'm still enjoying a very good sleep after a busy day yesterday.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Portia?"; I dared to ask her since my working hour starts at 8 in the morning.

"There will be a very important guest that we are expecting today. Mrs. Delatorre announced earlier that our special guest will be spending the entire day here in the mansion so we need to prepare everything before his arrival", she replied in a serious tone.

I'm wondering who might it be but I still grab my towel to prepare myself before going to the bathroom.

This day will be surely a busy day again and my whole body is already sore but I need to endure this just not to fail the mission.

It is still the 9th week today and my system is on the verge of almost giving up.

"Yes, sure. I can't wait to see you. I miss you a lot", I overheard Devin talking through his phone near the pool area as I am about to clean it up.

He is smiling while saying those words and it is irritating me without any valid reason.

Maybe I just hate seeing him happy.

It could be the guest that they are expecting, it could be his girlfriend.

And thinking about it made me throw up, how can I make this successful if there is someone who might be a great hindrance to it.

"Okay, sure. I'll be hanging up now, okay? Alright, love you!", he ended the call.

Poor woman, she really doesn't have any idea what this man is up to. He is a certified womanizer that he'll even try to flirt with a maid and I really find it pathetic and disgusting at the same time. 

He just smiled at me when he saw me glancing at me with a disgusted look on my face.

"Good morning, Miss Rosenfield"; he greeted me which I just ignore and bring back my attention in cleaning the area.

When he left, I saw a white envelope on the table which is situated on the side of the pool.

I never dared to touch the envelope but it seems that it is a letter for Devin since it is named for him, and the paper looks worn out and old.

I am supposed to go back to clean when a strong wind passed by which flew the envelope towards the pool. It is almost half-soaked when I picked it up quickly from the water.

"I almost forgot it!", I heard Devin exclaimed behind me as I am handling the letter with all care. I handed it to him which he carefully took from my hand.

"Thank you", I can see the importance of this letter through his eyes after saying those and left. 

"Avery, hurry! Our guest just arrived!", Miss Portia is almost panicking when she called me.

We hurriedly went down to the kitchen to serve the food at the dining table.

"How many are they, Miss Portia?", I asked her while I have the tray in my hand.

"Just bring it there and find it out yourself", she calmly response while preparing the next set of food.

I'm carefully handling the food with both hands when I heard a familiar voice coming from the dining area.

Then, I'm not mistaken at all. I saw Mrs. Delatorre and across her was no other than, my own father. 

The strange thing is, when I approached them to place the food on the table, he just looked at me for seconds and I haven't seen even a glimpse of confusion or surprise in his eyes. I never dared to tell him my plan on how to make this quest successful in due time.

Well, it seems that my father really knows me well. I went back to the kitchen when my phone beeps. I quickly took it from my uniform's pocket and read the message I received. 'I hope my baby girl isn't having a hard time in her job', it was from dad.

Well, I'm getting used to the household works already and the machines for cleaning here are making my life easier though.

'Don't worry, dad. I'm totally fine here', I replied to his text message then placed my phone back in my pocket.

"No phones during working hours, Avery. That is one of the policies that we have here", Miss Portia remarked as she saw me putting it back.

"I'm sorry, Miss Portia. There was just an emergency happened at home that I badly need to communicate with my family", I reasoned out while placing the last tray of food to the table in my arms.

She just worriedly threw a look at me then went back to her work in the kitchen.

I'm glad she hasn't asked more questions, I'll be dead thinking of more reasonable reasons!