ONE NIGHT WITH A BILLIONAIRE

ut then the day's events struck me like a wave breaking on the beach. I had to adjust to my new employme

a child pure and unseen to the world of grownups. I wasn't sure I was prepared, however. Taking care of her for a week while Bryant was abroad seemed

ost forgotten that the staff existed. The lady from yester

al composed and businesslike tone. Naomi is cons

e passageways after her, my heartbeat became faster. I wasn't as taken aback by the mansion's gran

rrived. It has been communicated to her that you wo

matic, I nodded once more. Zar

ave it a little tap. "Ms. Naomi," s

rtwork on the walls, and a canopy bed in the corner, it seemed to be a little girl's dream come

pped her face like a cloud, and her large, interested eyes gazed

, but she also didn't seem scared. She o

ello, Naomi." "My name is Zhanarah,

ually said something after what seemed like an et

hought. Not while I was feeling so lost myself, was I ready to take on the role of

for work." He will, however, return in a few days. I'

little nod. She released the plush animal from

or a way to defuse the unpleasant situation, I

and moved to a toy shelf. She thought for a bit, then picked up

I was kneeling next to her. Although the stillness was uncomfortably ob

building the tower. She was quiet and non-demanding. She had a calm and solita

t? I tried to break the still

feeling a gradual release of the tightness in my chest. It may be

e, constructing and tearing down the tower

ble above a whisper when sh

ked. Naturally, I

s, marble sculptures, and sparkling fountains that sparkled in the early morning light. With her locks boun

across the garden. Everything had faded from my memory, including Bryant and my h

r end of the yard, saying, "Zara, come!" Grateful that she s

alted, her eyes focused on something close to the

t first. The property was enclosed by a high stone fence. However, it

leaped

g my voice low, "Naomi, l

houette, giving the impression that she was motionless.

not to let my fear show in

into mine. With my pulse thumping fiercely, I kept looking over my shoulder, almost expecti

retreated into her peaceful self. But something had changed. I coul

tly, primarily to m

at me. Rather than walking back to the couch, she pick

hts were racing. Who had been observing us? Was it

I had imagined. And the more the day went on, the more that