The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 3

"I'm ready to get in the pool now. Get me a towel from the closet upstairs and meet me outside." This girl was way too bossy to only be thirteen years old. However, I did as told. I did not want to upset her.

I slowly walked up the stairs and Molly went outside to the pool. I let my hand glide up the rails of the staircase as I took in the view. It was a massive balcony up there. I looked around as I walked down the hall, trying to find the closet. I stopped at one door and knew it must be Molly's. Of course, her room was decorated in pink and she had several trophies displayed on a shelf from various activities and pageants. Her bed was a mess so I went inside and made it. I walked back out into the hall in search of the closet. I came to a closed door. It sparked my curiosity. I reached out to turn the doorknob, but it was locked. Why would this be the only room in the house to be locked? Nonetheless, I came to a closet and opened it up. I grabbed a towel from it and as I went down the stairs to give the towel to Molly who was in the pool by now, I realized that I had not seen a bedroom for Mr. Adams. Of course, I had come across several rooms-Molly's bedroom, a gym, and a bathroom. Yet, I had not seen Mr. Adams' bedroom. Was his room the one that was locked? I tried to ignore my curiosity and walked outside.

"It took you long enough to get the towel." Molly rolled her eyes. "Lay it on the chair for me." Again, I did as told. I could hear my phone begin to ring.

"I need to get that," I spoke, but Molly wasn't listening. I walked back inside to the kitchen and picked up my phone.

"Ms. Burke, I will be late coming home today, as I have an important meeting this afternoon."

"That's alright, Mr. Adams."

"How are things with Molly? She's such a doll, isn't she?" She's a witch, but I couldn't tell him that. I for sure would lose my job for saying something like that about his daughter.

"She played piano this morning after breakfast and is in the pool now."

"Good. You may call if you need anything, but please try not to. I can not afford to be answering your calls all day." I heard the click from where he hung up. I placed my phone back on the counter and went outside to sit and watch Molly.

"Do you not have a bathing suit?"

"No, I don't." Molly stepped out of the pool and grabbed her towel. She began drying off her body and then her hair.

"Why not? Don't you go swimming?"

"No, I don't."

"Don't tell me you can't swim?" I did not want to answer her because I was afraid of the remark she would make about it.

"I can't."

"How is that even possible?"

"I never went swimming as a kid, so I never really needed to learn."

"That has to change. If you will be watching me, you need to know how to swim. I will have my father arrange things for you." I did not want to tell her no, but the last thing I wanted was to take swimming lessons. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. We both sat in the lawn chairs, staring at the pool. "What is your name anyway?"

"Ms. Burke."

"My father already told me that. I want to know your first name."

"It's Summer." There was silence again.

"So, Molly, do you like living here?"

"It's huge compared to everyone else's houses around here."

"Yes, it is." That was not the answer to my question, but I let it go for a minute to see if she would say anything else. "That didn't answer my question, though, Molly."

"Well, how could anything be wrong with me living in a place like this?" She sounded so sarcastic. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" Molly jumped back in the pool and I didn't say anything else to her.