Jasmine* "I'm afraid Lilian, I may not be considered for the job," I said to Lilian who was slicing green vegetables into a tray. She paused and examined me before walking down to where I was seated. "You must be optimistic at all times dear, you are a winner and I know that." She squatted beside me and took my hand. "Don't worry about anything." She got up and went away to finish slicing the veggies. "A certain Aurora poured dirt on my dress and later on she turned up for the interview." "Did you fight her?" "No, I didn't have to." "What the fuck? How could you let her go away with that? I wouldn't let anyone step on my toe and get away with it, never!" Lilian gritted. "I will learn your ways soon." I smiled and stopped immediately when the doorbell rang. "Don't worry, I'll go to the door," I said to Lilian. I dropped a novel I was reading on the seat and walked up to the door. Immediately after I opened up, a blinding slap landed on my right cheek. "You moron! Do I need to
Jasmine* "Yeah! I'll sew a pretty apron for you, you are getting this job at once. I trust your meals." Lilian expressed happily after giving me a thousand hugs. "I'll be the happiest person alive." "Wow, this is good news, that kind I love to hear. Now listen, sister, try your best to capture Mrs. Laura's interest okay?" "Is it about Mrs. Laura? No, her son will be there, he will have to taste our meals and make his decision. "Her son?" Lilian asked fearfully, she turned around and backed me. She looked into the distance and rolled her eyes left and then right. "I believe you will get the job." She said this time without confidence, she said it as though she was supposed to say something positive and then I feared for myself. Should I begin to prepare by going into the kitchen to try out different recipes? How about checking g****e for clues? Now, I wished Mrs. Laura had said in her mail, the kind of food we would be asked to prepare. I must win this. Why did Lilian suddenly c
"Are you dumb? Answer my question now!" Mrs. Smith hurled at Jasmine. "No ma." She shivered at the thought of having Mrs. Smith's hands over her face again so she braced up. Most times, she had always wanted to confront her as an equal, but end up doing things differently when she thought about Lilian. "She didn't mean what you heard." Mr. Bryan tried to defend her daughter. She ignored him and turned to Jasmine who was now standing as sitting on the seat would even make matters worse. "Your father has married me little beauty." Jasmine loved that she knew she was a beauty, she kept a fixed gaze at Mrs. Smith letting her eyes trail off from her face would mean receiving an unexpected slap. "I'll always be here for as long as I live, so I advise that you get that into your dumb head. With that said goodnight barbie." *** Jasmine* Today, I would be cooking for Mrs. Laura's son, afterwards, he would choose whose food he loved best. I said a few words of prayer as I set out to
Jason* "Have you picked up my cell phones, Oscar?" "Yes, you have a call, sir." "Is it a business number? If yes, decline the call, it's the weekend." "Alright, sir." I walked into my father's house and seeing the guards dressed in their uniforms excited me. What is this setting all about? What is my mom up to? Why all these canopies and decorations? I was thinking it was about picking a worthy maid, but what is this about? I wondered as I walked into the house. I walked straight to my room and wished that Oliver was in here with me. I would have had her pinned to this bed and hammered her senses out, oops does she have senses? I guess not. "Good, you guys can leave me now," I told my guards before sinking into the cushion. Beyond my expectation, Michelle stepped in, wearing her usual smile to meet me. She still had her uniform on. What the fuck? "Welcome Mr. Jason, what do I offer you?" If I was expecting her to step in and greet me which I wasn't, I didn't expect that s
Jason* "You?" I asked with disappointment. She rolled her eyes at mom and the maid at the doorpost and then back to me who was glaring at her. "Murderer, what's your name?" "Aurora, sir." "Take your shameful self out of this premises before I get physical with you immediately!" "It's okay son, please." Mom pleaded. The girl disappeared before I was done. Jasmine*"I have been rejected, good luck guys." The girl who had been after my life said as she walked passed us. I watched as she walked sadly, paused at the gate, and turned around to have a last look at the beautiful buildings behind her before stepping out through the gate. "Please who's the number sixth person?" A certain maid asked beaming. "Me." I raised my hand in the air. "Please come with me." While we walked through the rooms in the house I paused out of shock as I found a magnificent photo hung on the wall. "Hello, Miss. Who's the person in the photo?" I asked the maid who quickly responded. "This is Mr. Jas
Mrs. Laura* I know how stubborn Jason would be as regards choosing a wife for himself, was I wrong to have come up with such a strategy? I guess not. My only fear would be Jasmine not accepting to marry my son but every lady would want to be with my son. His only flaw was his bad temper. "I'm afraid to be married to that lady, mom." He said feeling worried. "Don't be scared, she told me she's got a father and a stepmother, we could bargain a price with them after saying our intention. I'm certain that she will be excited about this, let's do this ASAP son." "I think it's a good idea mom." "Sure it is." I nodded. "I could just buy her off, pay her parents a handsome amount of money they won't refuse me. And by tomorrow, we are married, afterwards, I go ahead to secure the agency." As soon as my son was done talking, I hugged him and patted him on his back. "You are smart, that's just what you will do." "It will be a marriage bounded by a contract mom." "What? But why?" "I h
Jasmine* "Why didn't you tell me that his son is a billionaire, the one I spilled my drink on at the park?" I asked again for the third time and Lilian remained quiet. "I nearly lost the job." I didn't finish talking when Lilian jumped on me and pressed me to her body. "So, do you mean, you got the job?" "Hell yes! I got the job!" She wrapped her arms around me again. "I feared for you, I thought you were disqualified by him for the mess. See, Jasmine, if I'd told you about him, you would have lost the job because you wouldn't want to give it a try." "He is a handsome guy, Lillian, for me, he is too young to be a billionaire," I said suddenly, I even wondered about how and why I had said that. "Oh.. leave that aside, the important thing right now is that you got the job." She took me by my wrist. "At least, you can now fend for yourself with your own money. So when will you start working?" "According to her, she will be coming to our house by evening for me, she advised that
Jasmine*Mrs. Smith walked in grudgingly, laid hold of my bags, and walked away with them, cursing under her breath. "This will be hell for me!" I cried. "If you will be going through hell with him, keep going!" She hurled leaving with my bags."I don't even know who I am being married off to," I said to Lilian who was completely flummoxed. She simply stared in silence. I rushed into my father's room, but he was not in. I rushed into the living room and met him walking in with his cane to converse with a man I assumed would be Mr. Jason. "Dad, what is going on?" "Congratulations my dear, your husband is right here." He pointed at Mr. Jason who was seated opposite him. "And over there is Barr Arthur." He pointed to the flower vase, close to where a balding man who smiled sheepishly was seated, and I knew who he meant. They were all excited but I wasn't. What was the surprise for? Why would my dad consent to such? Did my stepmom bewitch him? Or could the money have gotten to his h