TODAY MY LIFE BEGINS

CONRAD

YOUNAS

 

I read her resumé twice and then look back at her.

Based on her profile, she's twenty-three years old, but looking at her face right now seems like she's more younger than twenty-three.

"Reena Gonzalez, right?" I asked her. She look at me straight in the eye before nodding.

"Well, there's no problem with your qualifications. And I'm also into taking you for this job."

With those words, her face suddenly lit up with her smile. Her brown almond-shaped eyes also reflect her joy.

I never met a person who can be readable like her. Seems like she's a person with an easy-to-catch up personality.

"Thank you, sir." She bowed her head slightly.

"That's for the mean time, Miss Gonzalez. I won't be conducting a stressful kind of interview since you are just working for a single person."

She nod her head again.

After explaining the nature of her work, I handed her a sticky note where I wrote our home address.

"Tomorrow at seven in the morning."

For the last time, she bowed her head before leaving.

I just hope she'll be good and tough one this time. I hope Mom would like her tomorrow because if so, it will be a great relief for me and for the whole family.

I remember how life gets hard when Mom becomes ill two years ago. She's a doctor and it become a  nightmare for her when she discovered herself in an incurable disease. And since then, we need a person who would take care of her but she's too stubborn to follow what the doctor's says. I guess she just can't accept the fact that she'll be staying at home before she retires.

And this Reena girl, I hope she can handle her work pretty hard. If she can't, I would no longer know what to do then.

I pressed hard my neck's bottom as I hopped in my car.

It's already eight o'clock and the overtime really hits hard when I had to finish a dozens of paper before going home.

If it's not a job that pays quite a high amount of money, I will just act as a lazy person when five o'clock hits and just go home. But unfortunately, I will be in a bigger problem when I refuse to work overtime.

I needed to do things to achieve my goals. And one of those things are finishing those bunches of paperworks. I know, hardwork will pays off everything. And I need to be patient with the process.

Time flies before I realized I'm already home.

I jumped off from the car and walks towards the door.

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I woke up the next day exactly six o'clock. I need to be in the office at seven-thirty so I decided to have my morning exercise because it's still early.

After an hour, I took a shower and get myself before I proceed to the kitchen. I was about to enter the dining room when someone bumped into me. I was stunned though the impact is not really strong.

Right in front of me, is a woman who is standing around five-feet, with curly brown hair and... with a straight face looking at me.

She look at me with her brown almond-shaped eyes lazily. As if she's still sleepy.

"Cuidado con sus pasos, señor." (Watch your step, Sir.) She said with her monotone voice.

I was dumbfounded. Did she just curse me or something?

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Third person's POV

It was out of habit to speak her native language whenever she's in a bad mood, startled or angry.

But today is different. She's in a total dismay.

When she arrived at the Younas' residence, she became disappointed with what she found out.

They've been looking for a personal assistant for the Younas' matriarch and they even held a formal job interview in Conrad Younas' office. Only to find out that their home cannot be considered as a home of rich people.

'Wow...'

Honestly, she was expecting to find a mansion to work at. Or at least similar to a house where she lived and grew up. But to her dismay, their home seems like three-times smaller than Mendez mansion.

Even the garage looks like it can't accommodate several cars. And it's actually empty when she came.

She can't help but to wonder if how the people here can work without bumping into each other. Or maybe not to hear them whisper.

She smiled with the idea. All her life she's been living in a place that can't even be called a home. Yes, the Mendez' mansion is big but it's cold and empty. No memories at all.

Well, she guess this place isn't that bad if there are people inside. She hoped this home can give her warmth and company while she stays here.

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Conrad Younas

I obviously wanted to know what the lady told me but I had no time to ask earlier.

I can't believe it. It's her first day today but she already offended me. Is she for real?

I can't stop myself from frowning since I really feel offended with that woman. I, Conrad Younas. The favorite son of my mom, just being offended by her new assistant.

Seems like that brat didn't know the word respect.

'Why are you so upset with that?' A part of me says to myself.

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I waited for the lady to come upstairs to confront her. I won't get this done until she apologize to me.

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Holy shit!" She almost fell down when I spoke. She put her left hand above her chest. "Gosh! Are you trying to scare me?" She asked me looking so annoyed.

"Oh, did I startled you?" I smiled sarcastically.

"No es obvio?" (Isn't obvious?) She fires back.

"Hey!" I point her with my index finger. "That's the second time you are saying different language."

"Que?"(what?) She smirked. "Porque? No entiendes español?" (Why? Do you not understand Spanish?)

"Stop talking like that."

"Do you know that it's rude when you point your finger towards a person?" She crosses her arms.

Looking at her right now I know she's showing her attitude towards me.

"And do you know that it's also rude when you are speaking language to a person who don't understands it?" I raised an eyebrow.

She cover her mouth in an exaggerated way.

"Oh, sorry. My bad." She said unapologetically. "I thought all rich kids know how to speak Spanish since most International schools use to teach different languages."

"Well I didn't study here. I studied abroad." I hold myself back. I put my palms inside my pockets.

She just raised an eyebrow. About to turn her back, she faced me once again. "Spanish is my native language. I'm sorry if I offended you but to be clear, I never said any bad words to you, Señor." Then she left.

I feel enlightened with what she says. I guess I've been overreacting towards her that leads me to be as rude as earlier. How would I know that she speaks Spanish? She said it is being used in International schools? How did she know? Did she perhaps studied in any private school?

I shook my head to refresh my mind. Obviously, she did not studied in any private schools. Only kids from wealthy families can afford them and Reena doesn't belong in any well-known family.