I’m happy that I have not seen Mr Jordan since the day Bryan caused a scene which is two days ago and I have been avoiding him because I am still embarrassed about Bryan’s behaviour and might still have to apologize for it and after seeing Mr Jordan angry like that I don’t want to be around him too much because I‘ll keep recollecting him scolding me. It's not like I can avoid him forever anyway. I get out of bed, shower and dress up. I head to Rachel’s room to get her prepared for the day. Since it is holiday season her father wants her to learn new languages and hobbies so she will be taking piano lessons, knitting lessons and French lessons throughout the week as well as an advanced lesson for her next term. “Wakey, wakey princess, it’s time to get up.” I say in a sing song tone as I sit on her bed tapping her lightly. She stirs lightly but does not wake up so I tap her lightly again. “Wake up Ray Ray.”“Hmm, is it morning yet ? I still want to sleep.” She mumbles.“You

“Jordan Baker, can you stop pacing around the room? You destroyed her phone not her life.”“I shouldn't have listened to you. She cried! You know, actual tears were streaming down her eyes.”“People cry.”“I made a grown adult cry because I decided to follow your instructions. I was perplexed. I felt bad for the rest of the day.”“Don’t worry you'll eventually be alright. All you have to do now is just delay a little before getting her another one then you guys can go to Seychelles and make her forget reasons why she chose to be with that loser in the first place.”“Stop putting things in my head. This person in question is Mrs Charity’s daughter!”“So what?”“Mrs Charity is like a mother to me. What does that make Tricia?”“That was really fast.”“What was?”“Giving nicknames now are we?”“Last I checked, Patricia is her real name.” I say confused. Is Tony going through something? “You called her Tricia some minutes ago.”“You heard wrong.”“I promise you I head right. I can bet my

We both watch Ray as she walks away, I just look wondering what he wants to talk to me about. I hope he doesn’t think I’ve been letting Rachel play too much or something. “Like I said earlier, I need to talk to you Patricia,” he seemed quite nervous about what he wanted to talk to me about that it made me nervous too and extremely curious. “Is everything alright sir?” Last time I checked I didn’t do anything wrong except the Bryan incident. Or did he do something to Bryan? Huh! The uncertainty is killing me! “Yes, everything is fine. I have no complaint about anything, you’ve been a wonderful nanny to Rachel.”he commends but I feel like there’s a but coming because why will he need to speak to me then? “Thank you sir, I try my best,” “I see that, I commend your hard work,” “Thank you sir,” I appreciate “I need to do some work in the office and your sketchbook is in the office so come along so I can give it to you.” Is he nervous because he has destroyed my sketchbook?

I head to my room after leaving Mr. Jordan’s office, take a quick shower, and change to go to the mall in simple jeans, a shirt, and platform slippers. I quickly unboxed the phone and set it up, inputting my mom's and Bryan’s numbers, and made a mental note to call them when I got back to let them know the reason I did not reach out these past few days was because my phone spoilt and Mr. Jordan just got me another.I wonder how Mom will react, but especially how Bryan will. I just pray he doesn’t overreact or say something stupid. I grab my sling bag and head downstairs.I feel kind of weird that Mr. Jordan got me a phone and is now offering to buy me a dress from one of those expensive stores. Best believe I’ll go for the cheapest dress available because I do not want to do too much, and my conscience wouldn't even let me. I step out of the house, and the driver is already waiting for me with the car ready, holding the door to the passenger seat. Being all alone in this luxurious car

Doubt creeps in as I wear the red dress I got when I shopped. Would this dress be too flashy? I glance at my reflection, my thoughts dancing between elegance and extravagance. The dress screams sophistication with a touch of allure. The fitted silhouette accentuated my curves, while the flowing skirt allowed me to move gracefully.With my outfit worn, I moved on to my hair and makeup, opting for a soft hairdo that exposed my neck as I styled my hair in a messy bun with two bangs on each side, which I curled. My makeup was soft yet alluring, and to make it look less flashy than it already is, I apply a subtle lip gloss.Finally, I slipped into my pair of delicate silver heels, which gave me an added boost of confidence and height. I put on the necklace and earrings that Zoe had gotten for me as well. Standing before the mirror once more, I take in my reflection. The woman staring back at me was strong, poised, and ready for whatever the evening held. I looked gorgeous, if I do say so m