We crossed over to the other end of the mansion where a white man suited up seemed to be waiting for us. On getting there, the man opened the big mahogany door behind him and ushered us in without saying a word. Not even a welcome or something. As we passed through the door, we followed through a very large hallway that seemed to be bare. The walls were painted white, reminding of the hospital my mom was currently admitted at.
We walked across the tiled floor to the other end of the hallway where a single door is situated at.
The man knocked on the door twice, waits a few seconds before pushing the door open for us to go in before stepping in behind us and shutting the door. The room we were in seems to be an office, albeit an empty one. The office was totally bland, almost like the hallway we came through. The only difference was the huge chair and equally large leather table at the area facing the door. The table was also bare, same with the wall, no pictures or frames of any kind.
Absolutely bare.
"welcome Mr Ifedayo" a loud voice boomed behind us. I turned sharply to the direction the voice seems to my coming from. A tall slender man walked out of a door by my left that I hadn't seem to notice. And by the way he was adjusting his suit, I'd say it's the restroom. "i hope your journey wasn't unpleasant." He asked as he comes to stand at our front.
"Thank you. And the journey was great thank you." My father said smartly.
"Good, good." The man said with a little nod. "and this is Lily, your daughter I assume?" he pointed towards my direction while addressing me with an expression I could hardly put my fingers on.
"Yes she is."
"good." He walked to his table and goes around it to the other side where the chair is. Opened his drawer and brought out a document which he placed on the table. "we have gone through everything already. You just need to sign here." He pointed at the bottom paper.
My father went over to the table, picked up a pen and signs.
"your daughter needs to sign too."
I joined them at the table, took the pen from my father, and before I signed, I skimmed across the document and what it entailed.
Seemed to be a non-disclosure agreement. I signed.
Rich people and they're stupid rules. I'm just going to be a fucking cleaner, what was I going to disclose anyways.
"Okay, we're done here." He turned towards the silent man that brought us in. "take miss Lily to the main house where she'd be working at. I need to have a word with Mr Dayo." He instructed the man behind me.
What did he want to discuss with my father, I mean, what else is there to discuss? He was just going to be a damn gardener. There was nothing important there.
And moreover, I haven't had the opportunity to question my father about how he was able to get a job in this type of environment. I suspected there was something fishing going on, and I needed to know what I was getting myself into. This meeting and the way we came was suspicious enough. I sighed.
The man led me back out the door we came and directed us towards the main area of the building where I'm supposedly stationed at. When we walked through the main entrance door, I didn't know what to expect mostly because I have never been in a mansion before. But wow, the view before me was something outstanding.
There was an elegant foyer with a grand staircase adorned with shimmering golden stuff and a beautiful chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The foyer led to the main living area, a spacious and open concept room that easily combines the living room, dining area and kitchen.
"Your duty is to clean the rooms." The man's Sharp voice jerked me out of my thoughts. "We have other cleaners that are responsible for the kitchen area, dining area, living room and other parts of this building."
"okay" I nodded while he directed me towards the staircase.
"It's not my duty to show you around places that are not on the designated areas for you to work." He said with irritation. Why was he- oh, I had stopped walking. Shit. I hurried to where he was standing on the staircase and we continued ascending.
When we reached the upper floors, He showed to me the private rooms and bedrooms.
When we reached the upper floors, He showed to me the private rooms and bedrooms. They were all designed with comfort and luxury in mind. The master suite is a sanctuary, it's a spacious bedroom with a sitting area, an en-suite bathroom complete with a spa-like bathtub and a separate walk-in-closet.
"The master bedroom belongs to Mr George Abaeze and his wife Maive Abaeze. She's an Irish woman" He gestured to the portraits on the wall facing the bed area. The faces on the wall were unfamiliar. Never seen them, never heard of them.
In one of the portraits was a man who I believed to be Mr George Abaeze, he is a fat fair complexioned middle aged man with droopy chin and dark piercing eyes that are framed with thick bushy eyebrows. His hair was cut short, almost too close to his scalp giving him this mean look. He had this really thin lips that is set in a straight line .
He was seated on some sort of throne-like chair and on his right thigh is seated one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her skin was so fair, really smooth. There was absolutely no blemish present from what I saw on the portrait. I was almost disgusted by seeing his thick grubby fingers around her slim waist.
She had thick full black hair that cascades down to her waist in waves. Her black carved brows are arched a little bit at the edge making her look a little bit daring. Her eyes are a pair of piercing green, the type of shade that'll take your breath away, those shade that you're bound to see no matter how far away the object or person is. It was beautiful. Her eyes were beautiful and it was also framed with equally breathtakingly long lashes.
High cheekbones, straight pointed nose, full pouty lips. She had it all.
"You're to take excellent care when cleaning this room. Everything her is important and expensive." He advised. I rolled my eyes, as if my poverty-stricken self will dare not be careful.
"Yes sir" I muttered.
The next room he ushered me into was equally exquisite, albeit a little bit smaller. Still not small though, but smaller than that humongous suite we just left.
"This belongs to the youngest son of the family. Chetachi Abaeze " He explained. There were pictures of a handsome fair young man on the walls. He looked to be around my age or younger even. He had his father's complexion, and his hair was also cut short, but not as short as his dad's, dark eyes but he seemed to have his mom's nose and mouth. Cool.
His room is quite lively, there were not only pictures of him, but also pictures of people I assume are his friends and others. Some posters of some basketballers I don't recognise on the wall bedside his bed.
"He is a quite easy to work with." He said while walking us out and closing the door. "just try not to take any of his stuff out while cleaning. Not even his personal laundry. He'll call for you if he needs anything taken care of"
We walked down the hallway to the last room at this part. I expected him to open the door like he did the previous times, but he didn't.
He cleared his throat. "This belongs to the oldest son. Ciaran Abaeze." Why did he not want to open the door? And what sort of odd name is that anyways. He said Kirran or what? Why wasn't he just given an Igbo name. "you're only allowed to clean his room when he sends for you." He turned to stare at me tensely. "you're not allowed to enter his room without his permission. Are we clear?" Huh?
"yes sir" I guessed. I felt so tired all of a sudden. I didn't expect anything like this when I agreed to come work with him. Let's just get this over with already. I huffed.