A Wife for the Billionaire

It was a miracle that I found sleep four hours before dawn.

And by the grace of whatever or whomever was in charge of dreams, my sleep was dreamless. What I did to deserve it, I don’t know. But maybe, it kinda discovered that I was becoming good.

That on the morrow, I was going to turn down a dream job, because I couldn’t take it at the detriment of another.

"Wake up, child. Wake up" it was Sir Felix shaking me awake at 6am.

But I was too sleepy to care and too tired to rouse. Until...

Tahh!

A stinging slap to my cheek.

That did it, I was up immediately.

"Sorry kid, I had to. It’s either that or worse in the hands of our Madam or her pranksters"

I think I forgot to mention that after Alicia sacked the other helpers, my duties and chores increased. Now, I cook while also doing my previous chores. Sir Felix helps, but I mostly feel weird asking him for help or seeing him toiling at his age.

"Good morning, Sir Felix." I greeted, massaging my right cheek. "Thanks for this, you are right, I rather welcome your slap than theirs"

"Save that for later, hurry, we have much to do before they wake" he said, exiting my room.