The Billionaire’s Crazy Househelp

Her old rusty Alarm Clock rang so loud making her jump out of her sleep in fright. Though it didn't surprise her, she doesn’t think she can ever get used to the extreme noise it makes.

It was a very old alarm clock, so she couldn't blame it. “I need to get another one so I can wake up the normal way almost everyone in Golden City does.”

She pressed the little button on her Alarm Clock and pulled off the duvet from her lower body. She sat up and searched for her floppy slippers with her feet. She finally found it and wore them quickly, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. She stood up and had a very nice and long stretch.

The ray of the sun reflected into the room, and she smiled walking to the window. She peeped out and I felt a strand of my hair on my face as I went to peep. She huffed and got rid of the strand of hair, before using her palm to brush her hair neatly. She had a large grin as she stared at the street, how beautiful it looked from the third floor where she was.

The sun complimented her fair skin and her oval-shaped face. Her straight nose sat perfectly well on the middle of her head. Her slender neck stretched out of the window elegantly like a beautiful lost princess in a tower.

Then the thought of her going out to search for a job again made her sad all of a sudden. She pulled down her curtain in frustration and looked around her room. It looked so scattered because she hadn't had the time to take care of it.

"Today Is another day," She said to myself standing straight, placing her hands on her waist. She dragged her feet on the floor walking to the bathroom. She removed her night robe and finally walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and she shivered as the water touched her smooth fair skin.

*

She is Kimberly Johnson, a beautiful twenty-three years old lady, also called Kim by her family and friends. She was born into a poor background which made life miserable for her. Her parents strived so hard to send her to school hoping once she graduated, she would be their savior.

But unfortunately, things weren’t going the way all of them planned it. She graduated with a poor grade which couldn’t help her get into any company. She couldn’t even show my face at home, because her parents saw her as a failure.

She doesn't blame them, She was an embarrassment to herself too. She hoped one day all these would become history. “I need to make my parents proud.” She always told herself.

*

She was done with bathing, and she walked out of the bathroom after cleaning the water on her body using the towel. She walked to her closet and opened it, looking at her very scanty clothes. She picked out her second best white shirt, which was already washed and ironed. She wore her white underwear and wore her shirt afterward.

She picked the black skirt she wore the previous day, she sniffed it and smiled. “This is still clean.” She stood in front of the mirror adjusting the look of the shirt and skirt on herself. After being satisfied, she picked up my hair comb and combed her straight blonde hair to her satisfaction, making it fall freely on her shoulders.

She applied her nude lipstick and wore her pair of shoes at the same time. The shoe was an old one but still looked very neat. She carried my bag which contained my credentials and took one more look at herself in the mirror before walking out of the door.