More Than A Maid

Bella’s POV

The Benson’s driver arrived very early the next day, sincerely I wasn’t ready yet but one thing i know that no matter how I tried to get prepared, I can never be ready. I had no option than to leave.

Mom and I shedded more tears before we eventually departed.

The driver barely said a word to me in the car while he drove, we passed by the expressway where I usually deliver newspaper then it go to a point that I didn’t know the main road. I just had to stay close to the window and watch where we headed.

Soon we arrived at a mansion with a huge close gate right in front of the building, on getting to the exact front of the gate,

the gate opened by itself and he drove in.

“We’re here” The driver announced.

Soon he pulled the car brake at the garage, I guess.

I came out of the car and glared around the strange beautiful environment.

“You can go in” He told me, pointing at an entrance door.

“Mrs Benson is expecting you” He added and I nodded gently.

“Oh… err… Thank you, I mean Okay” I stammered then walked like a dummy towards the door he directed me to.

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I knocked on the door and waited for a response but unfortunately, there was none.

I knocked again and then leaned on the door… . DOOR? Opps! Oh no!..

“Ouch..”I exclaimed and I fell down and stood up quickily.

The door was already opened and Mrs Benson was just right there, standing in front of me and gazing into my eyes as if I’m an intruder.

“I’m…Isabella Daves”I quickily introduced myself somehow in a scared stammer.

Mrs Benson continued to stare at me for a while before saying;

“Come in” She finally beckoned me in and then slammed the door behind.

The sitting room looked like an mini hall. Should i call it a family hall?

It was well painted with well designed stripes. The painter must have done a great job or perhaps he’s a professional painter. Of course; he should be.

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The chairs and table and other furnitures must have cost alot too because they are not the common type of furnitures most family use.

It was my first time seeing an amazing apartment like this, the furnitures were having the same colour as the wall.

The couches and arm chairs had a lighter but matching colour. The centre table was shining and it was made of glass.

They had a very huge television and the complete set of Tv appliances. These are expensive gadgets. This family must be extremely wealthy.

Oh My God, This is paradise.

Also, there was a well framed family picture that was glued to the wall and this gave me an idea that it’s a family of three. They have just one child.

Their kid is a grown up a guy, he looks like he has this bad boy vibe. I just hope there won’t be any unnecessary problem.

I engrossingly stared at nearly all that were present in the living room not until i mistakenly hit an arm chair and fell down on it.

I have totally forgotten that Mrs Benson is here with me.

“Sit”Mrs Benson ordered. She couldn’t even say Sorry. It’s My fault anyways

I quickily sat on that same chair that I tripped on.

“You’re here to work as an  housemaid  right?”She asked me.

“Yes ma’am”I replied trying to avoid eye-contact with the woman.

“How old are you?” Mrs Benson asked.

“I’m eighteen ma’am”

“Eighteen? Are you sure?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Will you be able to work here as an  housemaid?”She asked.

“Err.. ma’am, actually it’s my first time, I guess I will just try my best” I replied scratching my head as if it was itching.

“You wanna try your best? I thought you were a professional”Mrs Benson said.

I was dumbfounded.

I mean, How dare she?

How could she expect me to be a professional in a job that is more or less a slave?

It shouldn’t even be called a Job. It’s an over-statement.

“I mean, I would do my best ma’am. I won’t disappoint you” I quickly said before I might be rebuked and my mom will not be happy with me.

I just wanted to earn some amount to take good care of myself and my mom.

I want to further education most importantly and have a great job later in future.

I really want to become someone prestigious just like my Dad. Yes, he was prestigious, at least he worked in a company.

“I’m expecting you to do your best and not to try your best”Mrs Benson said.

“Alright ma’am” I said wondering what the difference between doing my best and trying my best is.

“Good. You’re employed”She finally said.

I sighed. Atlas!

“Thank you so much ma’am” I appreciated.

“Now listen, I do travel most sundays and then return every two weeks, any day at all”Mrs Benson said to me.

“Really?” I exclaimed.

She barely stays at home?

“Why that exclaimation?” She quaried.

“Errm, I’m sorry, i was just surprised” I quickly apologized but she took off her glasses and stared at me.

Oh God.

“I’m just surprised, I mean I’m wondering who would be at home when you would be away for two weeks…”

“You had better cut off that Amusement or I cut it off better for you” She cut in sharply before I could finish my statement.

“Besides, what amusing about it?” she questioned.

“I am sorry ma’am” I apologized again but this time, I bowed a little.

“You’d better be”

Jeeeez!!

She’s so mean, so harsh, very strict.. she’s not even caring. My mom said she is pleasant but she is the exact opposite, I wonder if she’ll like me later on.

“So, like I said, I would not be around for two week and when I return, I will give you your salary, or should I rather transfer it to your mom?

Your mom must have already told you that I’ld register you in the best school…. Which means that you won’t be getting the full salary, you ought to get” She briefly said.

“Oh” I mouthed.

This is great, no one would employ someone to work as a maid, sends her to school and still give her some income.

I’m so glad, she’s gonna keep her promise about sending me to school, Mom was right she’s not a human trafficker after all.

“Th.. Thank you ma’am” I just wanted to say something else she might also complain about me letting her do the talking alone or me not be grateful at all.

“Now, Let’s move on, My hubby has travelled but he’ll return probably next month. He travels almost every time. That should give you an idea that I live alone….”

I interrupted unintentionally.

“You live Alone?.. but who is he? “I asked and pointed at the young guy in the framed family picture.

” Isabella! “Mrs Benson screamed angrily.

For her to call my name in full, I knew I was in big trouble already. Sack letter already? Please no.

Jeez, I lost it. why did I interrupt her? I’m sure she now thinks that I’m so disrespectful and way too forward but no, I’m not or maybe I am.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry” I became calm.

“Why are you so eager to know everything and I do not like it, be quiet while I do the talking and when I want your opinion, you can go ahead and say something” Mrs benson said with some sort of angry look

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“Ma’am, I’m so sorry” I apologized instantly.

I’ve said more than a thousand of sorry just today.

“He is my son, The guy in the frame” She resumed referring to the third person in the picture.

“He’s my son” She repeated “His name is Peter”

Just immediately, Peter came in with a Laptop bag hung on his shoulder.

“Hi mom” Peter said as he hugged his mom while she kissed him on the cheek.

“Speak of the devil! I was just telling her about you. How are you baby?” She asked him and pecked him on his other cheek too

“I’m good mom” He then glared at me

“Who is she? ” He asked.

“Bella aren’t you suppose to collect the bag from him? ” Mrs Benson said.

I just wanted to but he withdrew.

“It’s Okay”Peter said to me nicely.

“Is she the housemaid? “He asked his mom.

“Yes dear”She replied.

“The one who would assist you with the cooking, take good care of the house…”

I can’t believe I’m actually here to work for just him and he should around my age. But he’s my boss now.

“I’m Peter” He introduced himself by letting out his hand for an handshake.

I didn’t believe he would want to have an handshake with me because I’ve just been introduced as his maid, he should perhaps look down on me like his mom did.

“And I’m Isabella,… Bella daves”I replied back receiving his handshake.

“Peter Benson”He added.

Mrs Benson cut in by removing his hand from mine.

“Come on dear, go and have a shower, I’m sure you’re very tired, go ahead and relax too”

“Alright mom, I’ll do that right away”He obeyed without hesitating.

I stared as he rushed up the stairs.

He’s so cute

Wait, Is he still a student?

Is he working?

I sighed.. Thank goodness, I didn’t say that aloud. She might end up firing me right away.

I am trying really hard to avoid stepping on this woman’s nerves. ‘cos she’s hot-tempered.

“I ordered for new clothes for you already. Whoever is bringing it here should be on his way already.

While Peter would help you with the registration into your new school whenever he’s free, anyways it’s an online stuff.. it won’t take much of his time” Mrs Benson briefly explained.

” Oh Okay”

“One more thing, take good care of my son too” She said and I nodded.

It’s not like I’m here to baby sit a teenager like me.

“Follow me , let me show you around, the kitchen and your room..” She said and I obeyed without hesitating.

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