Lucky or BLESSED?

4

I stood in Mrs  Bartolo's room,my bags...or well  bag,behind me. I was leaving for America today.

To say I was excited was an understatement. I was excited but panicking on the inside. 

The little old lady was seated on the bed,speaking on the phone to her son.

"Yes...she's leaving for the airport now...yes I'm fine but that's not the point....she's the best in the business...yes please let me know when she gets there....take care of her Cody.....okay....how's your wife?....okay...

no problem.... I mean it son,take care of her....I expect you to protect her,she doesn't know anywhere I'm America so keep an eye on her....okay....okay....goodbye son...I love you too dear....bye."

I had been pumped about it for the past few days but now that today was the D-day,I was freaking out.

What if his wife didn't like me too and asked him to  kick me out? Or even worse,what if he didn't like me? Because his mother liked me didn't mean he would too. Although from the way his mother talked about him,he seemed like a nice man. All I knew about him was that his name was Cody  Bartolo and he was thirty years old. I had never seen a picture so I didn't know what he looked like.

"Relax Elsa. My son will take good care of you." she said. She seemed to have noticed my distraught look as she tried to comfort me.

"It's not him I'm worried about.  I'm going to a strange place I've never seen before. Plus what if his wife doesn't like me and asks me to leave? I'm sure he will kick me out too."

"He won't. I'll make sure of it. Just do what is required of you and try to stay out of her way. You're working for my son,not her." she assured me.

I smiled a fake smile just so she'd relax. My flight was scheduled to leave in an hour and I had to get going soon.

"I'm going to miss you." I bent down and gave her a hug. Mrs Bartolo wasn't really a tall woman. I was a little bit tall. At twenty one,I was already at five feet,ten inches. Mrs Bartolo was just about five,six.

"I'll miss you too dear girl. Take care of yourself okay? You are the daughter I never had and I'm glad you're going to be with my son. Make use of this opportunity. You studied business administration right?" she asked. I had no idea what this had to do with me leaving to work as a maid for her son but I answered anyway.

"Yes." I actually did study business administration at the national university of Italy. I had graduated with a 1st class lower. I was a book worm. I still am. I know I could have gotten a first class upper if I wasn't always bothering about my father and our situation. When I had started attending the university, we were financially stable for our level. But as from my third year in school, that's when things started to get rough. I couldn't focus on my studies anymore because I started working more jobs so I could pay for my semesters.

But at least I had made my father proud. I worked as a secretary for a few months until the company suddenly dropped workers and I was dropped.

By this time,things had gotten worse with my dad and I couldn't find another white collar job as you may call it so I just started doing meager jobs.

This was about two years ago. I graduated the university a few months after I turned nineteen. I had always been a smart child plus I had a photographic memory so I honestly didn't need to study much. That is one thing I am grateful for.

I entered the university at the age of fifteen. Pretty young for me considering most of my mates who just entered also were as from seventeen and above.

"Well have you heard of Bartolo security holdings and Bartolo hotels and suites?" she asked.

My mind raced back to an article I read on an Italian family who was the one of the top three wealthiest families in Italy and among the top twenty in the American continent.