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“I have to go now, Dad. I’ll send you an email if I need anything from work.”
“Just think about what I said, son. Please.” He says and when I said nothing else, he hung up the phone.
I stared out the wide glass windows into the trees deep in thought, forgetting the work I had to do on my design.
A woman I had just met should not be making me think this much. It would only increase my animosity toward her if she gets under my skin.
I walked out of the workshop knowing that I could not concentrate anymore for the night. The smell of dinner was already wafting through the house and Alba must have heard my wheels because she came out of the kitchen to meet me in the hallway.
“Dinner is ready, sir.”
I walk into the kitchen, ignoring my eagerness to see the nurse again. I staunch my disappointment when I found out that she was not there.
Alba served my meal at the dining table, and I ate alone. I could feel her watching me, and I knew she wanted to say something.
“What?” I said to her, looking up.
“Please, be nice to her,” Alba said. I knew she was referring to the nurse.
“She looked sad. Really sad, and she could use some kindness.”
I said nothing to her and she sighed softly and walked away. I remembered the sadness I’d seen in her eyes today as well. Alba had seen it too, so I knew it wasn’t in my head.
I wondered what had happened to her to make her come here, all the way from the city. I knew I should not care about it, but it stuck in my mind throughout dinner and as I went to bed.
Chapter 7
Vanessa
Thehousewasenormous.
It was almost one week since I started living here; I’d gotten lost twice already; I was on my way to becoming friends with Alba, and last but certainly not least, Christian Fitzgerald, the third, my boss and only client, hated me.
I knew that for a fact.
For the past four days, I’d been nothing but the kindest version of myself; I’d tried to approach his apparent animosity toward me with kindness. My mother always believed in the ‘kill them with kindness approach.
I have never been the meek type, but Leila was right when she said I needed this job. I loved being a nurse, even if my patient was a grumpy jerk. For now, I could not work in a hospital; too many terrible memories. But I could do this. And just maybe, if enough time passed, I could walk into a ward without feeling the urge to burst into tears.
That afternoon, Alba went out with the driver to get some groceries for the house. Christian and I were the only ones in this, more or less, palatial mansion. The last time I’d seen him was when I delivered his lunch to his study. He ignored me; the only time he spoke was when he snapped at me for coming in even when I’d knocked on the door.
I did not mind his snobbery. It barely fazed me, given that I’d worked with his type several times over the years. I was walking along the hallways, sure that I’d gotten lost once again when I saw a door at the end of the hall. It looked familiar; I walked towards it and opened it, and my eyes widened in surprise.
It was a big room; airy and bright lights came in through the expansive glass windows. The room had a high ceiling, like a library; I could tell it was a workshop of some sort from the various equipment carefully placed around it.
Like an architect’s studio/workshop. I did not bother to google Christian Fitzgerald before coming - I was too wrapped up in my shit, but I’d heard that he was one of the top architects in the country with a constant feature on Architectural digest. I’d stumbled across a few magazine issues in stores over the past few years, but paid no attention to them. He looked nothing like the magazines though.
For one, he’d let his beards grow out, giving him a rugged look. My thoughts returned to our first meeting, and I cringed again at how awkward I’d been. Falling flat on your ass on your first meeting with your boss was not the best first impression you wanted to make. I doubt I would ever forget the experience.
A large model of a house sat on a vast oak table in the middle of the workshop, and it immediately drew my attention. It looked like it was still in its early stages, but I could tell it would be a beautiful house.
The man was an architectural genius if he could do this, even though he could barely stand on his own two feet.
I leaned over the desk to take a closer look at the intricate design when I heard the sound of the opened door. It startled me so hard that I jumped back away from the desk and swiveled towards the door to find none other than my very pissed-off boss staring at me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He said in a low voice that was more of a growl,
There was a deep scowl on his face, and I must admit, it scared me a little.
