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Chapter 5

Kharis Pov

It was almost 4 pm and lots of things had happened in one day… I received a slap and scar for the first time on my face, went for a photo session, almost headed to the grocery store, met the man who stole my heart and met a woman who made me feel less attractive.

Anyways, I rushed to the Clintons' mansion to drop off Evans so I could get to the restaurant on time. While on my way, I remembered I didn't go grocery shopping. Sighing, I muttered "another day of torture".

Mrs. Clinton had not paid me yet and by the time she must have paid, going grocery shopping would land me in loads of shit.

Is everything okay? Evans asked me...

I'm sure he must have noticed the frown on my face and heard the constant hissing from my lips.

I'm fine baby, I answered the little boy.

We approached the mansion and Mrs. Clinton still hadn't gotten back yet!!! How was I supposed to go to the restaurant? I used most of the cash in my purse to buy lunch and pay the cabman. I didn't have enough to get me to the restaurant. The clock kept ticking and viola, it was 4:00 pm.

I'm going to get fired today!!! I know you think walking down to the restaurant must have helped me. What you do not know is, walking from the restaurant to the Clintons' gate takes 40 minutes. And that is a shitty idea!!!

If I decide to start walking right now, I should get to the restaurant by 4:50 pm. By the time I'm done changing into my dress and moving to the executive office to sign in, it'll be 5:20 pm… I think I might lose this job!! How would I save up?

I figured it'll be best to wait for Mrs. Clinton for another 15 minutes. I decided to go play with Evans instead of sitting and wallowing in my thoughts.

While I played hopscotch with Evans, I heard my phone ring. I picked it up immediately, and thank the stars, it was Mrs. Clinton.

Hello Kharis, how are you and my boy? She started.

We are doing great! I answered hastily...

Okay. I have a meeting here at the office. It was rather impromptu. I'm only calling to let you know you can leave. My sister would be there in two minutes. I'd pay for your services when next we see. I'm sorry for any inconvenience. She responded…

Wow, I thought. Okay ma'am, thank you!!! And I dropped the call.

I felt disappointed and confused. I sat on the couch thinking about what my next move would be.

Evans, I called out!!

As soon as I saw the little boy, I began packing my things. "Your mom would be coming home late but not to worry, your aunt is on her way!! I need to leave now". Would you be okay baby, I asked with a smile on my face.

Yes, Aunt Kharis, he muttered.

I left the mansion and began walking hastily to the restaurant. I didn't know what my fate would be but I sure was willing to risk it.

I kept walking till I got to the entrance of the restaurant. I wanted to know how long it took for me to get to the restaurant so I started searching for my phone. Oh no!! I had already received enough heartbreak in one day. Guess what, I couldn't find my phone.

My mind kept drifting to all the possible places I must have left it. I began the calculation in my head: after the call with Mrs. Clinton, I began packing my things, and then I called Evans and then I stepped out of the house, and then…..

I couldn't even remember how I misplaced my phone. I had been overthinking how I was going to get to the restaurant early. It wasn't as if I used the phone for anything. But my babysitting job with Mrs. Clinton was all I could think of. How was she going to contact me if my phone got missing… I couldn't afford to lose two jobs in one day. What happens to my dream of having a better life?

I mustered courage and walked into the restaurant. Immediately, I pulled out my waitress dress snd changed into it. I headed to the executive office to sign in but it was locked already.

As I was about to leave the office, I met the manager!!!

Kharis, he began, you are late again and this time, it is worse for you!! Most of our customers were left unattended to just because of your incompetence. I'm sorry my dear but this was your last chance and you blew it.

I threw my head down and walked away. When I got to the dressing room, I met Natasha. Natasha hated my guts as well as the fact that most customers liked me more. I was always tipped by customers. She looked at me feeling fulfilled and excited that I no longer worked at the restaurant.

" I told you, your princess treatment in this place would soon be over", Natasha said.

I smiled...if only she knew the torture I went through every day.

I ignored her and changed back into my house clothes. Before I left, I saw the young billionaire from earlier today sitting in one corner of the restaurant with the model. Maybe they are dating!!

I felt jealous but I didn't want it to get to me. I left without pay from the restaurant and without any pay from Mrs .Clinton. I didn't go grocery shopping and my phone was missing, can't it get better, I asked while gazing at the sky.

I began walking to Mrs .Clinton'shouse to search for my phone. Life was mean! I had nothing! No love! No peace! No education! No money! So, what was I leaving for!! Have you ever felt like running away? I wanted to run away so badly, but, I wouldn't have anything or anyone to lean on.

As I kept walking and thinking, I heard a car horning tinmy direction.

Hello, my name is Kiel Francis, do you mind if I drop you off? The strange man inquired....

Good evening sir, my name is Kharis and yes, you can drop me off…

Hop in, he said…..and immediately, I did because I couldn't walk anymore! I didn't even know who the man was and I didn't even care if he was going to hurt me. He seemed well to do though but he wasn't as beautiful as the one who stole my heart.

It was a quiet journey till we got to the Clintons' gate.

Thank you so much sir for the ride, I uttered and stretched my hands to open the door.

You are welcome, he responded and drove off.

Just like that!! I began to question myself. He didn't harass me or ask for my phone number!! I was surprised….but I kept mute.

I walked into Mrs .Clinton's house to find Evans asleep, his aunt awake ,and Mrs cClintonstill out of sight.

Good evening ma, I greeted Evans' aunt… I am Kharis, Evans babysitter, I left my phone here!!

Oh come right in, she answered in a welcoming tone! Is that your phone? She asked and pointed towards the floor.

I smiled and rushed to pick it up. I felt totally relieved. So, I couldn't still get the pay just because Mrs. Clinton wasn't back.

I stepped out of the mansion and boarded a taxi home.

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