The Billionaire's Tutor

Note : This story is work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.---I feel the sun's heat piercing my skin while my sweat pours. I feel hot and tired from all the walking that I have done since this morning. I can’t keep this up, I need to rest and find myself a bench or something.After 5 minutes of walking, I saw an empty bench, where I sat down and drank my water from my water bottle. Seems like it's not my day once again. For context, I am Emily Jones, a 24-year-old unemployed woman. And right now I am trying to look for a job as I’ve been unemployed for a year now. You might be asked how, and why? Well, I retired from my previous job because of the work environment and because my boss kept harassing me. Memories of that toxic workplace still haunted me, like those long hours, the demeaning remarks from

The next day, I got a call.“Hello Ms. Emily, we would like to offer you the position,” women from the interview panel said. “ Lilliana has taken a liking to you and that is the most important factor for us, for you to be accepted for the position. Congratulations Ms. Emily”“Y-yes, thank you”I hug up the phone with tears in my eyes. For the first time in what feels like forever. I was n--not rejected … or overlooked this time. This time I can finally restart everything in my life. This time I am wanted and needed.I don’t know what might happen in the future, but I know for sure it's going to be challenging. But for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had something to look forward to. I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Maybe this is the start of something better than I’ve ever imagined.-----I sat across from Ms. Harper, the person who is in charge of Lilliana’s education and overall well-being. She is a sharp, middle-aged woman, dresses in a sleek black suit, and radi

Third Person Point of ViewThe morning come and the sunlight filtered gently through the windows, casting a soft glow over the estate. Emily took a deep breath and looking over her lesson plans one last time because today is the day. She is about to begin her official class with Lilliana.The little girl did not been easy to approach yesterday when they met briefly. Emily have been introduce as her new tutor and Lilliana have been polite. she’d kept her responses to a minimum, mostly observing Emily with wide, curious eyes. Emily remembered Ms. Alvarez’s advice to take things slow, so she was determined not to push too hard and let Lilliana set the pace.At precisely nine o’clock, Emily made her way to the small, beautifully lit study where she’d be holding their sessions. The room had been carefully arranged for comfort, and with a table set up by the large windows and bookshelves filled with age-appropriate classics and educational games. It felt cozy and warm and she was hoping Lill