Nanny Express

CHAPTER SIX

It's been two weeks since I last saw the knights.
After the whole cake disaster I had to call the family doctor to check up on the just in case, the doctor arrived before I left.

Since it was my last day I decided to bake a proper cake but decided against.

I'm pretty sure Xavier has had enough cake to last him for a year.

So instead of baking a cake I decide to make cookies.
when I was done I left them on the kitchen counter to cool off.
I would have waited till they woke up but I was needed at the office so I left not before leaving a note.

I would miss them.

"Sage these reports are aweful, Sales haven't been going up how can you be promoted if you can't get the sales up" Mrs Gus spoke her cheek turning bright red.

Ugh

I'm not the general public and the designs are shit who would want to wear them. The materials used are cheap knock offs and the designs tacky.

Like who would want to look like their Grandmas couch.

Exactly no one.

Instead of saying all that I responded robotically.

"I'm sorry ma'am I'll try harder"
Her face was redder than a tomato by now.

"Get out" she screamed.

Gladly.

I immediately gathered my files and left her office.

I have a gut feeling she hates me.

Today hasn't been going well for me. I woke up late, tore my suit pants now I had on a skirt which I am not comfortable with.

I accidentally smacked an old lady right on the nose on my way to work, she definitely did not like that at all and I'm pretty sure she cursed me.

Almost got run over by a bus and it just keeps on getting worse.

Andre our over paid designer who claims to be well known and claims that Beyoncé is his cousin from his great grand father's Aunts cosin brother side twice removed.

what the heck does that even mean.

He walked straight to me.

Oh Lord why me.

"Samantha" He calls to me I'm sure purposely says the wrong name just to irk me.

And it's working

"It's sage" I correct my face remaining in a frown.

"Yeah whatever, I need you to get me my morning coffee, you know the regular" He shooed me with a wave of his hand.

''You have a assistant for that," I grumbled not ready to run down the street to get some over pompous mediocre designer a cup of flavoured water he calls coffee.

Like what would you call a coffee with no milk, no sugar, no caffeine, no cocoa, not even cream.

what the heck do they put in there because I know it's definitely not coffee.

"She's running late. Oh that reminds me fire her when she arrives" He tells me and walks away

"What the...."

How the heck did I just become an assistant of that disaster.
I'm sure a toddler can do a better job at designing than him.

ugh the audacity.

Stopping at my desk I put the files down and grab my purse heading towards the elevator to get his royal assness (you read it right) a cup of what ever the heck he drinks.