Gradually the days crawled by and Jane had to start her new work at the Art Gallery. It took almost two weeks before Clara got her offer of appointment, letter sent to her mail. She was asked to report to the Lewin's residence with a signed copy of the letter.
While she waited to hear from the Lewins, Bennet Lewin was faced with the tidious task of convincing his daughter that she needs a Nurse to care for her while he resume working at the office. Although Isabella's opinion didn't really matter to Bennet, he still chose to let the little girl feel that her opinion matters, by pretending to seek for her permission before employing Clara, and calling for her resumption.
When Clara finally got the mail to report for work, she couldn't contain her joy. Taking permission from her current place of work, she took a taxi to the Lewin's residence at the Capital, refusing Ignas's offer to drop her off. She would have agreed to get a lift courtesy of Ignas, but she was determined to get to the capital early enough, it was her first time getting a job that promises to pay well since her license got revoked.
She wondered why people don't talk about this experience. Life after a revoked license, it was terrible. It felt like one minute you were living your best life, fulfilling your purpose and ticking every adventure on your bucket list, one at a time. And the next minute, you can't find your feet, you're not even sure you have a feet anymore. Everything suddenly seem abnormal and out of place. You end up settling, not just settling for certain options, but settling for things you would never settle for normally. Things you find ridiculous and way beneath your level, or out of your league rather. Life suddenly seem to be at a standstill.
She gazed out the window of the taxi as she reminiscenced on her life journey so far. She had lost her father to leukemia about nine years ago, and now her mother seem to battling with same. Her father's death had left her numb for months. She had the best relationship with him and they made so much plans together. He was the best father anyone could ask for. He had promised to see her through school, but then the symptoms started and his health started failing him.
His death created a void in their lives and Priscilla had to step up to the responsibility of taking care of the family. Luckily, Clara got accepted in the university to study Nursing. It was at this moment that the responsibility became full blown and Priscilla had to take up more jobs to keep up with the expenses which include their monthly mortgage payment.
She winced as she recalled everything her mother had to go through in order to see her through school. She literally fought hard, they were also lucky to have Ignas in their corner. Ignas was always the shoulder they could cry on. She always came through for them as their last resort.
Glancing through the window of the taxi, Clara took in the busy roads of Bramhills capital, the very place everybody want to be. Where people living in the small communities of Bramhills wish to relocate to. If not for the high cost of living, basically housing and feeding, and the strict law that prohibits three or more people living in a room, Chesterfield, the city capital would havd been recording dozens of migration every day.
But the greedy rich that reside in this part of the world made it impossible for the average people in the state to migrate. Turning the state capital to an exclusive city, available to the rich only.
The taxi got to the city-centre and took a curve to Eschial-Gardens, the multimillion estate built exclusively for the Lewins and their likes.
It was just nine in the morning, and Clara had her appointment scheduled for 10:00am. She guaged the time and smiled, knowing that she would be at least thirty minutes early, which was exactly what she wanted.
The sky was beginning to lighten up its grim appearance with shades of gray, peach and light blue colors, with the sun already making it's way up in the sky. The unfamiliar road leading to the Lewins presented itself to Clara as they drove through the gorgeous Eschial Gardens road. The road was just one, out of the few beautiful sights Clara had seen at the capital. The sun rose high and started shinning brighter as they continued their journey.
Various canopy trees, pine, and oak trees inclusive, stood guard by the sides of the road, watching everyone and every car passing through the road. With the driver's consent, Clara rolled down her glass a bit in other to enjoy the morning air prying through the now partially open window.
Her light cotton dress clung to her skin and the few hairs strands she let free from her wig flew across her face as the cold wind blew into the taxi. Soon, they took another turn to the long field surrounding the Lewin's home. The distinctive smell of the ocean filled her nostrils as they passed a river bank. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath. Eschial Gardens was indeed a fairy tale.
A few minutes drive through the fields brought them to the curve that led to the Lewins Mansion. The taxi-driver drove with smooth expertise and in no time, the almighty Lewin mansion was in full view. Clara smiled as the beauty of the building radiated. It's black corrugated sheets shone like they were fixed just a minute ago. The high painted white walls sparkled, and she wondered if glitters were being added to paints these days.
'So, I'm going to step foot into this sort of luxury.' Clara thought, as they drew closer to the magnificent building.
Soon, they arrived at the mansion gate. And were greeted by the gatekeeper, who opened up, allowing the taxi entrance. They drove in and went straight to the front of the mansion.
Clara saw the housekeeper, already standing by the door, waiting for her. Her face was rigid and offered no sign of sooth not welcome. She knew instantly that the woman didn't want her there. After paying off the taxi, she climbed down and came to face the housekeeper.
"Are you Clara Noman?" She asked with a straight face.
"Yes ma'am." Clara replied.
"This way." She said and Clara followed behind as she led the way to the roof top.
Clara watched in awe, as they passed the garage. There were more cars, than she has ever see in a person's garage. Expensive and rare to come by types of cars. Seeing the luxurious cars lined up in the garage, she swallowed hard. She tried to guage how much they must have cost and her head started hurting instantly. 'Mr. Lowen must belong to some sort of money cult.' She thought. That was the only explanation for such pocket-wrecking fleet of cars.
A glance at the garden, brought her mouth agap. The planted decorative flowers looked extremely beautiful. She looked ahead, the housekeeper had a uniform that looked better than most outfits you'll see on people theses days. There were few men in black suits, obviously security. The whole building looked like a special type of heaven on earth.