Author's Note: Part 3 of 4 of the final chapters of this series. I am breaking them up by character perspective. Thanks for reading! Enjoy the journey through their heads.
**[Nima's View]**
I stacked the empty containers in the large bag they'd come in. I wiped down the already spotless counter and put the trash in the bag then secured the ends with a tie as Mrs. Khorasani came in with Lukas.
The boy offered me a smile as he clutched a large, white ceramic lamp with small painted pandas dancing around the base of it.
"That is beautiful," I said in my language.
The boy looked at me curiously.
"He loves Pandas for some reason," Mrs. Khorasani responded with a shrug. "The first furniture deliveries will come tonight. There are boxes of kitchen supplies in my trunk. Be a dear and bring them in so we can get things ready to cook dinner at a decent time."
"Yes, madam," I responded.
I walked past Lukas and the boy kept his eyes on me.
We had no common language, but I smiled as I slid around him to get to the garage.
There were new sets of pots and pans, knives and other utensils. I had helped her shop online for them last night and the store had delivered them to her trunk at the furniture store.
I brought in several boxes and set them in the kitchen to unpack.
Lukas had gone out back to show the men his prized lamp.
I watched with jealousy as Ari pulled the boy down into his lap and hugged him. I knew I would never have that here.
Mr. Khorasani was a handsome man who made every inch of my skin tingle, but his treatment of me was confusing. He seemed perfectly at ease putting his hands on me, even patting my bottom when his wife was away.
Yet his touch was more respectful and gentle than Mr. Shahid's had been. I was happy to be out of that house. I would work hard here and never disappoint them.
I hoped things would be different when we settled in here. I would spend most of my days inside these walls and work to make their home a showplace befitting a wealthy family of their stature.
Mrs. Khorasani had reviewed her schedule with me.
She was involved in many charity and faith activities. She had lunches with friends, drinks with planning committees, and even had a side business importing specialty items from Iran.
I would be home alone with Mr. Khorasani since he finally had room to set up a full office here. He might show more interest in me when things were settled and everyone went back to their normal routines.
Mr. Khorasani was a handsome man. He was around the same age as my own father but that's where the difference ended.
My father had been a cold and lazy man who sent me out to the streets when we left Iran. If not for Mr. Shahid and his kind yet lecherous eye, I would still be there in Turkey fending for myself. I was blessed to be here, fed and safe. I would do nothing to jeopardize that.
"There is lots to unpack. Let's get started," Mrs. Khorasani snapped me out of my daydream. She was unconcerned with the scene outside.
I realized I'd been staring out the window watching Ari fawn over his boy.
Mr. Khorasani caught my eye from outside. He had on his reading glasses and was poring over papers. He waved at me with a look to ask if I was ok. I smiled and nodded at him then went to work on the boxes.
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