"Don't you know that first impression always matters most?" Jessi inquired.
She nodded as she could not understand why she felt very comfortable listening to this woman scold her. No, it was more than comfort, she felt warmth.
"We must be very good friends," she commented softly.
Jessi glared at her. "Aren't you tired of this prank? Your boss will not like to see a messy assistant. You must leave a good first impression."
"Who is my boss?"
Jessi scoffed in disbelief as she felt her nostrils flare. "You must stop."
"I am serious. Who is my boss? I think I must have suffered memory loss from bumping my head on the wall last night," Lexi told the angry Jessi, and ended up making her angrier.
Jessi sighed and remained silent despite how many questions Lexi asked her. "Your boss' name is Carlos Casphel," Jessi murmured when they got out of the taxi.
Lexi froze as she tried to pull out her suitcase from the car. The man she wanted to kill was her boss? She was suddenly feeling very excited about the journey.
Lexi could not remember all that happened afterward but she escaped her thoughts when she saw a gate ahead. That was one of the gates of the school Carlos Casphel the first founded four centuries ago.
She could remember from that presentation and she the unique black metal gate was not one to be forgotten as well as the tall walls that were completed three centuries ago.
She looked at the woman beside her in the taxi wondering how the woman got her the job as the assistant of the very man whose head she wanted.
"Don't give me that look. I know how grateful you are," Jessi brushed it off with a wave.
"Why did you get me the job?"
Jessi parted her lips and turned away angrily. "Perhaps I should never have spoken to my cousin. You are very lucky. No one has ever been as lucky as you are."
"That is why I am asking why you got me the job."
"Because you begged me to when I told you I was moving to this town for work. You loved me too much to be left alone in the house we have shared for more than three years. You even cried."
"What was I doing before now?"
"You were a Model and online content creator."
Those were her dream jobs. She wanted to live very leisurely. "Could you show me some of the contents I have created?"
Her friend showed. They showed her smiling happily while being very delicate and gorgeous. She swallowed. This was very tempting.
She could not almost forget her mission with all those wonderful things she saw herself enjoying but she could not see herself doing any of them.
She felt it was strange like watching her inner desires being propagated with being censored. She saw a lot of make-up tutorials she did online and from what Jessie said, she worked with very popular and expensive cosmetic and jewelry brands.
It was like taking a tour of her thoughts and wishes. If only that man had not killed her brother, she would have been able to do all that and she was so angry with him her desire to kill him only increased.
"Why do you look like you want to kill so badly?" she heard her friend ask her feigning fear she could not see in her eyes when she turned to look at her.
"I thought you said you want to eat lunch here?" she asked the woman who was pouting sadly beside her.
"Yes."
They were going to share a house in the staff quarters and it was a nice spacious two-bedroom apartment.
It had all the necessary things for daily life. A nice sized kitchen and dining, she was satisfied actually with the accommodation.
"Why did I leave my work as a model?" she asked Jessie as she followed Jessie who carried all their bags and suitcase alone. She wondered why the woman insisted to do it all by herself but she said nothing.
"You fell ill and they told you to move to a cooler place," Jessie replied carefully. She stopped and turned looking at Lexi worriedly.
"What sort of sickness if that?"
"I don't know and you don't know either. The summer sun got too hot for your skin I guess. You have always been so delicate so it is not surprising at all."
That was in the past before she joined the organization and two years of training was enough to shape her into that well-built woman she was when she lay on her bed in her room and slept.
"But that was manageable," Jessie continued as she dragged her things into her new room. "You left because you could not let me leave alone. We should just get married."
Lexi paused in confusion. Was she a lesbian?
"Why do you look at me like that? Even if I was a lesbian, I would never be with a woman as delicate a flower as you are."
The look of shock remained on Lexi's face as she looked at her acting mother.
"Okay, you are not that delicate. You are a strong woman. That doctor lied when he said you must be careful. They cannot find the cause but they keep calling you a delicate flower. Those people need to stop." She glanced at Lexi guiltily. "Okay, I need to stop," she was forced to admit.
Lexi could not understand why she sighed and rolled her eyes. Her body seemed to be acting without her permission.
"You never change. Beautiful horror," Jessie spat out before running out of the room. "She is so weak yet she looks like a butcher," Jessie ridiculed her at the door before running off.
She could not understand why she smiled and shook her head warmly. What the hell was that?! She shivered to shake off that feeling of disgust.
She found herself arranging her things in the nice wooden closet. When she did, she could only sigh and give kudos to Jessie. She did a good job of fitting all that into the medium-sized suitcase.
She began emptying the two other bags. Her shoes came out first before the cosmetics she arranged on the vanity table in the room.
"Lunchtime, princess," Jessie called out from the living room.
She continued arranging her things until she was done even in the bathroom where she put her shampoo and a few other toiletries.
"Please, today might be Sunday but we have to eat our lunch in the staff cafeteria. I need to take a walk around with you," Jessie whined from the door of the bathroom.