“Take a seat. I can start explaining things to you while I cook,” she suggested.
“Thank you, that would be great.”
By lunchtime, I had a pretty good idea of Susan’s duties around the house. It was an easy job, but a thorough one. Mr. Wells demanded perfection and expected nothing less. Her primary responsibility was to see that all the tasks that went into running his household were carried out correctly. They included supervising the cleaning crew that came over three times a week, sending his clothes to the dry cleaner, and making sure they came back in perfect condition and cleaning his bedroom and cooking.
“He likes homemade cooking—good, delicious food. I have a small book with all his favorite recipes, so I’m sure you’ll have no problem there. If anything happens… because let’s face it, accidents happen and things can get out of control, you can order in from the few restaurants he has approved,” Susan explained, while they had lunch. “He rarely comes up for lunch, and he’ll always let you know when he does, so your main concern will be breakfast and dinner.”
“Does he bring guests over?” I asked, not sure I could handle dinner for more than six people.
“Sometimes, but when he does, he hires a catering service. You would only have to supervise their service and make sure everything goes according to his desires.”
“Does he have a family? I just realized I don’t even know his first name,” I said, smirking.
“His name is Jayden, Jayden Wells, and other than his mother, he has barely any family. Ms. Wells is not a frequent visitor,” she confessed, and I felt the impulse of asking why but decided not.
It was none of her business, and the woman would probably see it as gossiping.
Susan covered my hands with hers over the table. “So, tell me, will you do it? Mr. Wells told me you have done similar jobs before, and from what I’ve seen, I’m sure you can handle the job.”
There was so much hope in her tone I couldn’t help smiling.
“How can I say no when you put it that way?” I said, in an amused tone.
She squeezed my hands before letting them go. “Thank you, thank you. This will be perfect. I’ll give you my cell phone number, so you can call me whenever you feel the need, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
“Thank you. I’ll remind you of your words if things don’t go as planned.”
“Nonsense. I have faith in you,” the older woman dismissed my words. She jumped to her feet. “Let me show you to your rooms. I’m sure you’ll love them.”
“Don’t you think we should wait for Mr. Wells?”
Susan waved down my protest. “He told me to show you everything in case you accepted. I must say he was very confident you would,” she said with a teasing smile.
The arrogant bastard… of course, he was. He knew I had no other options, and I would have to be insane to reject his offer. his confidence still infuriated me, but there wasn’t much I could do. Not if I wanted to survive this winter in Seattle.
Susan took me through a door in the kitchen I hadn't noticed before. It led to a small hallway with three doors in it.
“This place is prepared for three people to live in, presumably the housekeeper, the butler, and the nanny,” Susan explained. “Each door leads to a suite with bedroom, bathroom, and living room, fully equipped to make you feel at home as much as possible,” she continued.
This was a different level of existence for me. Daniel wasn’t exactly poor, but this was a level of affluence way beyond his. Jayden Wells had to be a billionaire. I knew his company was gigantic but somehow, I wasn’t expecting something like this.
“This is my room,” Susan signaled a door to their right. “You can choose either of the other two.”
I opened the first door and loved the room. Decorated in green shades, it felt like a sanctuary of peace. “This one will do perfectly fine,” I told Susan.
“Perfect. I’ve ordered your uniforms, and they should be here tomorrow in the afternoon. Meanwhile, you can wear your own clothes.”
“Thank you.”
Susan glanced at her wristwatch. “It’s time to make dinner. Why don’t you settle in, while I take care of that?” she suggested.
I shook my head. “Let me help you. I could use the training,” I assured her.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Susan prepared vegetables and white rice to go with a thick steak she had marinating. She would cook it when he announced he wanted dinner, and I took note of those little details.
