Chapter 8

Kylie's POV

My life is a fucking joke, from living in a big house and letting people do all my house chores to me working in House service.

"She was added to home service today," Sam said to the elderly woman with gray hair and holding a working stick.

"Oh.." the old lady coughed, "Jaylen did well, we have been short of staff in the Villas."

The old Lady must have worked here for a long time or must be close to Jaylen because she called his name as if she were calling her child's name.

"I should get going so I can show the others where they will be staying," Sam smiled at the old Lady.

So we are all staying in different places, meaning I won't see the girls I met today.

"Hey, the name is Kylie," I smiled at the old lady after Sam left.

"Weren't you taught any manners? And why is your face like this?" The smile instantly faded to a frown.

"I'm sorry ma'am," I think it's time to bring back the manners I had when I was still in the trenches.

"Kylie, just call me Madam," Madam sat on the chair while I stood in front of her.

"Madam, I am not the youngest anymore," A young lady said happily when she entered the kitchen.

"Yes, she is the youngest now, so you are relieved from your duties," Madam chuckled, the girl hugged Madam and jugged out of the kitchen.

What does being the youngest have to do with me? Madam seems sweet to the girl but not me.

"As the youngest member of the home service, your duties will be to clean up Jaylen's room, and home office and make his meal when he doesn't want the general meal," Madam said without batting an eye.

Are they mad? How can they give a newcomer such a heavy workload? How do they expect me to handle Jaylen's things?

"Isn't it too much for a newcomer?" I hadn't completed my words when Madam used her walking stick to hit me on the leg.

I yelped and held my legs in pain, damn where did she get that strength from? I may be an assassin but I still feel pain.

"It isn't too much, it's perfect, it's to train you for future promotions in Jaylen's empire," Madam whispered as if she wanted only me to hear.

"Promotion?" I whispered.

"Once Jaylen buys you, you are here forever and will work for him, don't you want to be promoted to a higher level here?" Madam hit her walking stick on the floor gently as she spoke to me.

Now I see why Jaylen only goes for people without family. At first, I thought he was weird but he was only giving them a Future but he was still selfish in my opinion.

"Okay," I rolled my mouth not believing whatever she was saying.

"Let me show you to your room," Madam stood up from her chair.

"Do I get a personal room?" I asked excitedly, my excitement died down when I saw Madam's straight face.

Madam began walking and I followed behind her, "No, you get to share a room with two others," Madam stopped at a room and opened the door.

Yep, the room had three beds, the type of beds people use in boarding schools and the room wasn't that big.

"Thanks," I forced a smile on my face.

How am I going to share this, the room was messy with clothes everywhere and I prayed the people were people I could live with.

"You should get to bed and wake up by 4, tomorrow is going to be a long day," Madam turned to leave, but she stopped and looked at me closely one more time.

Wake up by 4? How do I wake up at four? The last time I woke up by four was five years ago when I was still working shifts.

"You look familiar but I don't know where, especially your eyes," Madam stared into my eyes as her face lit up into a warm smile, and walked away.

What was that? I was sure I hadn't seen her in my life, and anyone could have my type of eyes. I shut the door behind me and sat on the bed looking around the room.

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I turned in my sleep, I used the pillow to cover my ears as the alarms kept getting louder by the second.

"Ahhhhh!!!" I sat up and threw the pillow to the wall.

I didn't even realize when I slept off, The other two girls in the room were already awake, they stared at me in shock, I look at them, and my eyes moved to check the time on the wall clock and it was just 4:10 AM for fuck sake.

"Hi, I am Aimee and I think you should have your bath now, madam will be here soon," I realized she was the same girl from the kitchen.

"Oh hi Aimee, I'm Kylie," I smiled.

"Harper," the other girl replied nonchalantly.

Was it just me or did she seem to be as rude as her boss and I didn't even ask her name?

"Okay, I hope we will get along," I smiled and picked up my towel.

"Your clothes are in the wardrobe, Sam got them," Aimee stood up from the bed and showed me my clothes. I smiled and thanked her before getting ready for the day.

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"Kylie, your duty this week," Madam handed me a card. I opened the car and of course, my duty this week was to clean and cook for Jaylen because he would eat separately and his food timetable was part of the duty card.

"Jaylen doesn't like garlic but Vegas likes garlic, they both don't like onions and both Jaylen and Vegas don't enjoy apple juice," Madam added.

Why is she telling me all this, Madam seems familiar with both of them and I thought they were supposed to be enemies. Now I have to cook different foods, for the love of God, please.

"Vegas is going to be here?" I was excited because I was going to see Mr handsome. Don't blame Vegas is fine as fuck but I still needed to keep my eyes on him, he might be the caller.

Madam hit my legs with her walking stick, "Mr. Vegas and yes he is coming for dinner, so prepare something good for both of them and Rex eats anything."

Who the fuck is Rex now? "Okay, I will," I couldn't even question it.

"Now go clean Jaylen's room and make his morning coffee for him, he likes hot and Black coffee, no sugar or milk," Madam instructed, so I picked up the vacuum cleaner and headed up to Jaylen's room.

I knocked on the door for more than five minutes but there was no damn response, maybe he wasn't in, I didn't just want to barge in but I had no choice but to enter his room.

I opened the door gently so I wouldn't make any sound. Jaylen was butt naked on his bed sleeping like a baby, oh my poor eye. I picked up the bedsheet from the floor and used it to cover him up so I wouldn't spoil my innocence.

He obviously had a good time last night but I do not see any trace of Blondie in his room or on his bed.

The bathroom was already clean so I just cleaned it up for formality, when cleaning up the room I picked up another bed sheet from the floor when something poured on my hands, I looked at it carefully and bit the tip of my tongue suppressing my scream from coming out my throat when I realized what had poured on my hands.