The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 2

235 East Bridge Avenue. Please arrive no later than 7:15 a.m. each morning. I can not be late for work.

I will be there, Mr. Adams.

I got up the next morning and dreaded the idea of going to my boss's house. I had never been there before, but I could only imagine how massive it was. I wanted to look presentable in front of my boss, even if I wasn't going to the office. I slipped on a pair of black flats, khakis, and a quarter-length orange top.

Arriving there, it was even more than I expected. I came to a gate and looked around, not knowing what to do or how to get in. Then, I spotted a camera attached to a brick column on the left side of the gate. I clicked the button below it and heard a buzz. The gate opened, and I probably drove five minutes or more before I saw the house.

Mr. Adams' home was a two-story brick home. The driveway made a circle in the front around a large fountain. There was definitely no shortage of parking. I got out of my car and walked to the door. I rang his doorbell and waited for him to answer.

"Come in." He seemed in a hurry. "Molly will probably sleep until 9. Please have breakfast ready for her then. She will let you know what else she needs or wants throughout the day."

"Yes, sir." He gave me a look like I shouldn't have said that. "Sorry. Yes, Mr. Adams." He grabbed his keys and left.

I looked around and was amazed by what I saw. How could someone afford to live in a place like this? I looked out the large, glass window behind the dining table and saw a pool. The pool was bigger than my apartment.

"Is someone here?" I heard a girl's voice and jumped back. "You must be the lady my father told to watch me this week while my nanny isn't here."

"Yes, I am."

"Where's my food?"

"Excuse me?"

"My breakfast?" She slung her hand out in front of her, making me want to slap her for being so rude. "I know my father told you to have breakfast ready for me when I got up."

"Yes, he did. Your father also said that you would probably sleep until 9."

"Well, clearly I didn't. Now, get to the kitchen and make me some breakfast while I go shower." This little girl was already testing my patience. How could Mr. Adams put up with his daughter treating people this way? She learned from her father, so I guess that's why.

I went into the kitchen and glanced at the note he had left on the counter.

Make her an omelet, but only use the egg whites. Put in peppers, mushrooms, and cheese. Use three eggs.

Mr. Adams is crazy to think I am going to do this for her every day. I grabbed three eggs from the carton in the fridge, along with mushrooms, peppers, and a bag of shredded cheese. I quickly hurried to get Molly's omelet made. I had already screwed up this morning and if she told her dad I was a terrible babysitter today, it could affect my job. I couldn't lose my job. It took me three months to find this one, and I had bills to pay. I was barely making it with my salary now.

"Is my breakfast ready?" Molly came into the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She sat at the table in front of where I placed her plate with her omelet, along with a cup of orange juice. "You're a little dressed up to be watching me." She shoveled a bite into her mouth. "Are you one of those ladies trying to get my dad to fall in love with you so you can take all his money?" It caught me off guard that she would ask such a question.

"No, Molly. I'm not one of those ladies." I paused for a minute, watching as she shoveled a couple more bites into her mouth. "Does your dad have ladies like that over often?"

"He usually brings one here every week or so. I never like them." Molly sharing something like this with me was a complete surprise. She seemed just as private as her dad. "I'm finished." She got up from the table and made her way to the living room. I took the dishes to the sink and washed them. I dried them with a dish towel and placed them back in their appropriate place in the cabinets. I made my way to the living room to see what Molly was doing. She was playing the piano.

"You can play?"

"Isn't that what it looks like?" I guess that was a stupid question to ask.

"I play, too. Well, it's been a while, but I used to play all the time. I had to sell my piano about a year ago."

"Then play something." Molly scooted over on the bench, and I sat beside her. I remembered a tune my mom used to play for me when I was a child and started playing it for Molly.

"You're not bad." I slightly smiled at her, taking her comment as a compliment. "Now move and let me play." I got up and moved to sit in a chair on the other side of the living room. "When it gets warmer outside, I'm going to play in the pool. I'm a great swimmer. My father hired someone to give me lessons." Mr. Adams had so much money that he didn't know what to do with it all. It didn't surprise me that he had her take swimming lessons.