Tyler

Jobless

As the reality of my unemployment sank in, I found myself thinking, 'great, now I'm jobless.' Nothing like a little vodka to shake up a dull Tuesday

I'd have to dive headfirst into the nightmare of online job searching. And Fay, my best friend, was out with her flavor-of-the-week boyfriend, so no help from her .

Fay and I go back to high school, where I was mostly a wallflower. Parties, shm-parties, I'd always thought. She was on the same wavelength back then, a timid person, always hiding behind her bangs.

Fast forward a few years, and Fay's all, 'I'm all grown-up and out of my parents' house, I can do whatever the fuck I want.' And boy, did she mean it. She's a regular femme fatale now, breaking hearts left, right, and center.

As for me, I'm just me. Same old, same old. My parent are constantly jet-setting, so I'm lucky if I get the occasional 'how are you?' call. And honestly, that suits me just fucking fine.

With a touch of mommy and daddy issues (great)

After five agonizing hours of job searching, I stumbled upon this sketchy-looking website. I mean, it reeked of porn ads that was pissing me the fuck off (gosh) , but I was feeling reckless and decided to take a wonder around what harm could that

A fuckin virus (I thought to myself )

'In need of a maid,' it read. 'Required by Thursday, 1st July. Interview to discuss interests. If our boss is interested, work starts next day. Monthly pay: 10,000.'

The job was for this Spade Tyler del Vega person. Ten thousand dollars? Holy fuck ! I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It was triple the money I was making at the café.

Without overthinking, I signed up, figuring I could use a little adventure in my life. It said they'd call back for an interview if they were interested.

With that, I shut my laptop and thought, 'your move, universe.'

I lounged on my couch, my gaze aimlessly wandering over the faded wallpaper. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, doubts, and that ten thousand dollar paycheck. Was it too fricking good to be true? Maybe. But I couldn't help hoping it wasn't.

Just as I began contemplating my life choices, my phone buzzed, a glimmering ray of hope in the otherwise drab evening. An unknown number flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered, trying to sound professional and not like someone who'd just stormed out of a job a few hours ago.

A polite voice on the other end responded, "Good evening. Is this the candidate who applied for the maid position for Mr. Spade Tyler del Vega?"

I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this really happening? "Yes, that's me."

"Perfect. We would like to schedule an interview in two days at 10 am, if that works for you."

I blinked, stunned. That was fast, suspiciously fast. But then again, it was an shit website. I should've expected nothing less.

"Yeah, sure. Where should I be?"

The voice gave me an address, something that sounded like it belonged in the posh part of town. It seemed Mr. Spade Tyler del Vega was quite the high roller huh

(ok rich man , maybe I should ask him for one hundred thousand dollars I wonder if he would give it).

I agreed to the timing, said my thanks, and disconnected the call.

I sat there, my phone still in my hand, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I, who was jobless a few moments ago, had an interview with a potentially dodgy, yet ridiculously well-paying job.

I can't say I'm not fuckin scared
I have read enough books to know (whatever money is money)

𝓗𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽   for anyone confused she is a maid at his cooperate because he has nieces and nephews so he needs someone to look after them as there parent have very important business and don't want them to go school bc of enemies

the price is so high bc he has lots of them and knows the pressure of watching them so yeah.