Maid for the Billionaire
I glanced at Sir Kalix for a moment, then looked ahead again, where a mother and child were buying cotton candy.
“Okay, Sir, I’m happy. I just get tired sometimes because I clean your condo every day. Actually, what your girlfriend said—”
“She is not my girlfriend, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
I laughed and raised both my hands. “Okay, chill. I mean, the woman who came a few months ago, who said you didn’t need a maid. There’s not much to clean in your place; I barely find any dust. Your clothes are at the laundry, and I’m the one who picks them up. You’re often not at home, and you’re not used to cooking. But, you can find a way to deal with that, with all your wealth.”