The Mafia's Contract

The day of the interview finally arrived, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. It turned out that Stephanie did put in a good word for me. I received an invitation via call while I was in the hospital. They formally invited me for the interview and confirmed that my name was on the list. When the day came, I found myself nervously adjusting the collar of the dress I had borrowed from Bea. She was just as excited about the interview as I was and had taken it upon herself to ensure I looked my best. She chose one of her nicest red corporate dresses for me, curled my hair, and even insisted I wear makeup and heels. I had argued with her, thinking I might be overdressed, but now, sitting among the other applicants, I wished I had gone even further with my outfit. The women around me were sophisticated. They looked like they had stepped straight out of an I*******m feed, with their perfectly styled hair, designer dresses, and expensive accessories. I saw at least five of them park th

The next day marked first day of my job as a maid in the Stonewood mansion. When I got to the mansion, nervous excitement coursed through my veins.Before I left for home, I went back to the people who interviewed me. I was excited and relieved beyond words. They gave me a contract to sign which I did after reading it thoroughly. It was an NDA. It made me promise not to disclose anything that occurs in the mansion. Everything I witness here has to remain a secret. I was required to stay in the mansion five times a week. I begged them to make it four times because of my mom which they obliged to. I was also given a uniform which I was required to wear all the time during work hours.Apart from that, I was satisfied with all the terms given. I was shocked when I heard the salary I would be paid. It was outrageous. No wonder it was strictly by invitation. I knew the salary had to be high when I saw the ladies that showed up. It was enough to cover my mom's expenses with time and

DERRICK'S POV "How's your end of the business?" I asked my sister; Irene "What are the updates?" We were both seated in my office. She sat in front of my desk. She looked focused as she looked for answers to my questions. She typed away on her MacBook as she gave me the documented details she had. "I ran updates on the trap houses here in the city" She responded. "And? Did you go there yourself or did you make use of the spies?" "I went there myself. The spies are working but with what's happened with Bones, I don't want to risk it. We can't trust anyone anymore" I nodded in understanding. She's right. The incident with Bones made me double check all my underground businesses. I thought the few men who were close to me could be trusted. Turns out you can't trust people after all. We have to be more careful. We can't afford this kind of incident again. It's only a matter of time before people start to put two and two together. "How are the houses in Mexico?" I asked her.

JOAN'S POVThe clock on the wall struck midnight, yet I couldn't sleep. I was too disturbed by my thoughts. I laid in my new luxurious bed, surrounded by luxury furniture that seemed to belong in a palace rather than maid's room. Emily had graciously shown me to my room earlier, and the sight of it had left me in awe. It was bigger than I anticipated. I sat up in bed and stared at the place for the hundredth time. I couldn't believe it. The room was twice the size of my shoebox apartment. I couldn't believe I had been given my own space, complete with a personal bathroom. I actually expected to share a room with someone or even two people. I didn't expect to have a space as large this all to myself. I sat there, feeling happy and grateful. Earlier, I texted Bea to tell her how everything was going. I also called the doctor to find out how my mom was doing. He told he she hadn't woken up yet. I was worried. My concern for my mom filled my thoughts. I just wanted her to be okay. Look

JOAN'S POVThe next day, Miss Sullivan and I stood in the armor room. She taught me how to clean the armors till they were spotless and shiny. Since nobody comes up here often, the armors are usually covered with dust. She told me that I have to clean it from time to time. I made a mental note in my head to remember that. I looked at the armor room in awe. I didn't know that people could keep this kind of stuff in their houses.The walls of the room were lined with rows of shiny suits of armor. Each piece stood proudly on display. The armors there were of different sizes and designs. They looked old, like they had been here for many decades. I scanned the room, admiring all of them. I had never seen real armors before. Apart from the armors, weapons were displayed on stands or hung from hooks on the wall. There were different types of weapons there - swords, axes, shields and many more. The room made me feel like I was in a movie set in an ancient Era. I stood beside Miss Sullivan, w