Profit

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And here I was, a month later, packing up the scarce majority of my things to go to another's home. Turns out, the man from yesterday, was a multi-millionaire. He goes to school here for education, because apparently even though he may not need it, he likes it.

He stated that he was in need of a maid, to cook, clean, and care for him. It seems pretty pathetic, but if I was in his position, I'd probably do the same.

See, I debated whether or not to accept his offer. But once he pulled me aside and let me in on the down low, I was really interested.

The pay is $20 per hour! In just five hours, I'd have $100. Obviously daily classes take up half my day, but it's still a great chunk of change.

In addition, he said he understands that I have homework and assignments to take care of after school. Something that I don't have to worry about while working.

Not only that, but he's allowing me my own room in his mansion for late nights, meaning I'm allowed to stay overnight if needed. That's why I'm bringing clothes over. Other than that he said there's a bed, furniture, and various decorations. And a bathroom.

If there's something better than that, I don't know how happy that person in that situation must be.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this." Michelle exclaimed.

"I know, it's probably the most daring thing I've ever done." I say sarcastically. I don't know why she's making it a bigger deal than it should be.

"Are you serious?! He's absolutely hot, Kylie! Did you see his face, or were you, like, blind or something? I mean Anthony is pretty hot himself but..."

Honestly, she's not wrong. He is very attractive, and
so is Anthony. But that's not why I'm doing this.

I'm practically broke. This extra, or only cash is going to be good for me. I'm also going to be able to stay in a beautiful house. I'm not sure what it looks like, but apparently it's a very nice neighborhood. So I'm assuming it's amazing.

"When is he picking you up?" Michelle asks.

"If you mean Grayson's personal driver, then in half an hour."

"He has a personal driver too! What else does he have?" She says in shock.

"I don't know. You're asking the wrong person here." I giggle.

•••

The stress of being in his house entered my body. Just thinking of how I'm gonna talk to him and not embarrass myself won't leave my mind. There's no reason to impress him really, I just am in desperate need of money.

Currently, Michelle, Anthony and I were waiting at the curb Grayson's private driver is supposedly going to pick me up at.

"I'm going to miss you." Michelle says, the cold air showing its presence as she exhaled.

"I'm going to be back for classes and to sleep here," I laugh, "You're acting like I'm moving across the world."

"Well I'm used to seeing you all the time so." She argues weakly.

Around the curb rolls a 2017 Chevrolet Suburban.
"Wow, clean car." Anthony comments with a chuckle.
It stops just in front of us, and a man comes out of the drivers seat and around to me and my friends.

"I'll take these out of your way." He says, and politely takes my bags and loads them into the trunk.

I turn to face Michelle and she gives me a thumbs up with a wide grin.