Book 2: Deja Vu

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Elizabeth's.

When my 'boss' showed up, it was like she was living in hell. Her pale face, crooked eyes, very tired eyes, and she's really not in a mood the whole time. Totally not interested in hiring me.

"Joey... Can I ask something?" I called sir Joey while we all headed to the tutoring area of kids.

"You should be asking your boss, not me."

"I know but it is about her." I replied as I lowered my voice because the Young Mistress is just ahead of us. "I still can't understand why I need to be her 'wife'?" I quoted with my hands to him.

"I said pretending, Ms. Olsen. And I can hear you, you know that right? If you still have questions for me, you should address it all to me. I am your boss, not Joey." Justine turned around as she faced us with a boring look.

"Okay, sorry about that... Young Mistress... I still have many questions to ask."

"Then you should ask it at the very first thing, right? Before we left my office? Look, Ms. Olsen, I don't like to waste any minute just because you're waning or just being an idiot." She just glared at me and she's so cranky and arrogant. And did she just call me an idiot?

"For your concern, I'm not an idiot-..." I was going to argue but she was barely not interested in listening to it.

"Then don't be. Let's go. The kids are waiting for their new teacher slash mother." Mrs. Cruz started to walk off again and we all left behind.

I take a few airs to suck it to make myself at ease. "She's just being Justine. I will talk to her about that kind of attitude." Sir Joey comforted me and I just nodded at him and we proceeded again.

Their house is very big and wide. Painted very neat and minimal, until we came down the stairs and we ended up in the living room, and I saw a big picture frame dangled in the middle of a long, big wall. It was Mrs. Emma Cuz. I'm like I'm glancing at myself in a mirror.

But we're so different like she has a little mole on her cheeks, she's blonde and a very mature-looking woman. Her eyes are somehow very detailed in her green eyes but compared to mine, I am definitely not a dark green eye girl. Furthermore, I have little freckles on myself and dark red hair with an emo style. So far, those are our highlight dissimilarity from each other.

"Don't try to be like her. She's way different than you, more beautiful and mature than you are." Justine caught me staring at her wife's picture and I just rolled my eyes at her immature behavior.

"Did you just roll your eyes on me?!" Her face became more drastic when she faced me. She's way taller than me as I need to shift my head more upward.

"No...Young Mistress. I just let my eyes work on themselves, that's all." She thinks she's tough but she's the one who's acting like a spoiled brat child.

"I don't like you being a sarcastic, young woman."

"Young woman?! I'm 31 years old, ma'am." I scowled at her as I kept her pace but she's certainly more powerful in this kind of argument.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know you brought a 31-year-old youngster with so much drama to herself."

She's being too much, she knows how to make offensive jokes and she's still not bothered by my intimidating stares.

"What is wrong with you? I literally didn't do anything for you. Or you're just always like this? Like it is a pill that is so hard to swallow." I'm also getting mad at how she is treating me.

I mean, we're not yet getting started but she already has a beef with me. "I can choke you down a little bit if you want." She smirks and this boss of mine is being irrational.