Slouching on the sectional couch next to each other, Tyler reached for the remote control of his 55inch smart TV. When he was about to press 'play', his phone, resting on the coffee table, vibrated. Feeling lazy, he stretched his hands to grab it. He straightened his back firmly on the back rest of the couch, and was surprised when he saw a text message from Samuel's dad.
"Tyler, can you drop off Celestine to our house now so she can rest and prepare her things for tomorrow? Thanks."
"Yes, Sir," he texted back.
"Celestine, Mr. Monteras texted me to drop you off to their house now. He wants you to prepare your things for tomorrow."
"What?! Now?!"
"Yes, now. We don't want to be late, Celestine. He'll fire me. Now, c'mon. Let's go."
"You're scared that he's going to fire you? You're already rich. You don't have to work. Look at this place."
"My parents gave this house to me. I'm not rich. My parents are."
She questioned him, "Then, how come you're working for Samuel as an assistant if your family's already rich?"
"I want to work hard for myself. Stop asking questions, okay? Get your bags. Mr. Monteras is waiting for us," he explained.
"Okay," she whined.
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They pulled into the driveway and Tyler opened the car door for Celestine. Celestine carried her bags and went directly to the door of the Monteras' house. Tyler followed, then pressed the door bell.
Mr. Monteras opened the door and welcomed them inside the house.
"Tyler, help Celestine carry her bags upstairs.. to Samuel's bedroom."
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