Lucky's (Mis)Fortune (MXMXMXM)

Lucky's (Mis)Fortune: CHAPTER THREE

As expected, '304 Maple Street' led me to a mansion. It was huge and beautiful, in a few words. There was a fountain and flowers in the front which was surrounded by gates. All the outside lights were on including some inside the fountain and wow. The things I would do to live in a place like this...

I shook my head when the guard returned, nodding for me to go inside. I mumbled a thank you since the man seemed like he wasn't really listening but I wanted to be polite. I stepped into the beautiful front yard through the gates and I couldn't help but note how fake the grass, trees, and flowers looked. Out of curiosity, I decided to touch one of the planted lilies only to find out that they were actually real. I continued to walk after I was satisfied.

It was a dream of mine to own a house and have a garden up front which I would personally take care of. A safe and pretty front yard where my children would be able to play.

I get the thoughts out of my head when I arrive at the front door where someone was already waiting for me. I swear it took five minutes from the gates to the front door... "Um, Leo-"

"You're Lucky Anderson for an interview for the butler position, right?" A woman who looked around twenty years older than me cut me off, smiling.

I refrain from correcting my name. "Yes," I replied, instead.

"Follow me," she motioned, opening the door, letting me in before she entered and took lead. "I'm Angela. I'm the head of the personnel after Mr. Lewis who will be the one interviewing you. I hope we can work together soon," she said as she stops her tracks in front of her door. I couldn't help but think that there was some trace of pity in her eyes. Why was she pitying me?

I didn't have much time to think before I was pushed inside the room (not literally). "You must be Jordan Anderson?" A man said, standing up from where he was sitting behind a desk, extending his hand at me with a smile. I discarded the thought of telling him a thank you for saying my name before walking over.

I smiled politely back at him. "That's me."

"I'm Luke Lewis but you can call me Mr. Lewis. I will be the one to interview you for the job position."

Mr. Lewis seemed to be around forty-five years old with a few white hairs standing out in the rest of the black, he had stubble, pink lips, light brown eyes, and was only a few inches taller than me. He looked nice enough as well. I was starting to wonder if Leo was just trying to scare me or what he actually meant.

"First off, how old are you, Jordan?"

"I'm 20," I answered with confidence.

"Would you be willing to move here if you were to get contracted?"

I was surprised by the question. Moving into this mansion. "Yes."

"Is there anything that would get in the way of your duties such as family, other business engagements, responsibilities such as kids, and such?"

"No. The only responsibility I have is school and most of my classes are done by three PM."

The interview continued with basic questions I had gone through before. There were a couple of new ones though which I guess are because of the job position. I had never applied to be a butler.

"Would you be willing to risk your life?"

The question got me at the edge of the chair. "What does that mean?" Maybe Leo wasn't playing around with me...

Mr. Lewis smiled. "There have been a lot of robberies in this place. The whole neighborhood, actually. We know how bad those can be."

I didn't relax even after that. I could see that Mr. Lewis was lying to some degree. Then again, I don't have a lot to live for so the answer came easily, "Yes. I'd be willing." I said the answer seriously, I meant it. Mr. Lewis seemed to be satisfied with my answer.