My Billionaire Bosses

Working for Lady Bianca is a cruel and excruciating experience, I can't help but to ask why I'm poor. It's easy to blame being brought up by poor parents but each time I remember I don't even deserve the little they are capable of offering me, I do feel grateful. I was abandoned as a baby by the wayside and this lovely couple had taken pity on me out of all that might have seen me. Though they didn't have money, they offered me accommodation, care, food and everything I might need which they can afford.

Having completed high school, I had to search for a job to do to save for my future and support my parents. We are not rich but we try hard to pay our bills and fight to survive. The quest to find something to keep my hands busy with led me to work for my mistress, Bianca. She is widely known as Bianca but I do call her Ma'am. She is a wealthy businesswoman who features in the interior design industry. She has her own company and makes lots of millions from it.

When I got the offer of a vacancy from one of my schoolmates, I was so excited. It's normal to be elated to get to work for a millionaire, I thought my experience would be grand and something to always remember for good but what I'm passing through is the exact opposite.

My parents had been very excited when I told them about my new job and a friend of mine linking me to my prospective mistress, little did they know it would be an ordeal for their beloved daughter. I know it's really hard to deal with the treatment here but I have to endure at least for the one week that is left to leave.

I had sworn to myself that I would certainly leave when I turned eighteen. It's a few days to my birthday and the journey to this determination begins, barely three months after I began working as a domestic staff.

"Ava, make sure I don't return to see a speck on this floor. You're going to clean the external surroundings, the flower path and everywhere that needs your attention." I nodded in submission with my long broom in my hand. "Make sure you do all I say least no food for you tonight, is that clear?" Bianca thundered.

She was a woman in her late forties, a brunette, fair, beautiful and domineering. I think she acts this way only to me and not to her children. Her two kids, Eric and Christabel are twenty and eight respectively. Christabel is sweet but Eric is the source of constant trouble to me especially when his mother is not around to do her worst.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied with a nod.

I had not informed her that I would voluntarily leave this work soon, I just wanted it to be a surprise to her and a shock to Eric, informing them now might result in some setbacks.

She leaves for work, I heard her calling a client on the phone earlier discussing some contract terms. It's a usual thing for her to go to work in the morning or afternoon and return late in the evening. During this period I experience hell from her son, who attempts everything he could do to see me in pain.

"Do you think you're so diligent, Ava?" Eric walks close making me sense trouble, he seldom engages in a peaceful deal with me. Each time he comes close to me, it's either mockery, slaps or punishment I'd get. I couldn't do anything because he is the son of the house and his mother had warned me never to answer him back or retaliate no matter what he did to me. "Failure to stick to this rule would land you in a situation you never thought of." This statement recurs in my ears often, especially when he comes around me like he did come around me.

It all began when I was having my lunch in the afternoon, after they had finished theirs. It was little sufficient than the quantity that would satisfy me though I hadn't eaten in the morning. I was starved because I came to work late. No matter how hard I tried to explain myself, Bianca wasn't willing to understand me. It's not easy to walk from home about ten kilometers here, I just have to because there's no option for me. That day I woke up late, mom even tried doing my duties at home so I wouldn't be so late but I still was. I'm expected to report at work by 7 AM but I arrived at 7:58 AM almost an hour later. As punishment, I was starved of my breakfast and made to work till afternoon without a minute of rest. That day I felt worked to death.

As if this wasn't enough, when I finally settled down to eat my little food, Eric walked into the room and took the plate of soup from the table and poured it over my head and my entire body. "Why is it that you will ignore me while I'm calling on you to come pick something for me?" The truth is that I didn't hear him call my name, and I'm sure he just framed this lie to humiliate me. That afternoon I got so angry and rose up to challenge him, he reported to his mother which ended in me being spanked across the face several times. I knelt under the blazing sun for three good hours and was made to work late into the night. I couldn't return home as it was late and they wouldn't let me stay inside their house so I had to sleep in the lonely street on the verandah of a commercial store. It was the most horrible experience I ever had and one I don't wish to have again.

Each time I remember this, I feel really bad that I was poor. I cry if I'm in private upon recalling this. As Eric approaches, my heart begins to pump faster than normal and worse when he makes his mockery. I pretend not to hear but to be serious with my mopping.

"You're pretending not to hear me?" He pulled out my hair from the loose bun I tied it into and pulled it towards himself threatening me of snubbing him. I've been trying my best to avoid getting into trouble with him and his mom but it seems they keep bringing trouble my way.

He slams me against the wall violently and the glass flower vase that lays on the table falls and breaks. The pieces get scattered all over the floor I already cleaned, the worst is that it has soaked the artistic design his mother had painted and left to dry up. Getting hurt and incurring injuries is not as disturbing to me now than what Bianca would do to me when she returns. The wet painting which took her about five hours to complete is destroyed now.

"Don't touch anything, make sure it remains this way till my mom comes back!" He rushed out of the painting room.