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"Morning, Lady!" Someone yelled that made the old nanny of the house snap out of her thought.
"Good m..morning," the nanny stammered answering to this young lad but it didn't mean she has something for him. She is way too old to dream for someone half her age.
She entered the elevator quickly. She has been working here for decades but still can't get used to the people residing in the same building. Much more to the one she has been serving.
"Floor?" The young lad operating the elevator asked when he noticed her mind is out of nowhere.
"F..forty-five." She stammered again.
The young lad pressed the button she asked for without any remorse.
When they came on the forty-fifth floor, the old nanny got out immediately as soon as the elevator door opened. She walked, fast taking the corridor.
407.
408.
409.
410.
411.
412.
413.
She stopped at the sight of the room number. She breathed deeply before deciding to get nearer the door. This is it. All she has to do is knock. She raises her right hand, nervously while trying to make her sense of hearing more sensitive. She wishes that the one who owns this room is already awake. She doesn't want to wake a sleeping lion. She knocks, lightly. Once. Twice. Thrice. She waits and listen, but no one responded. She knocks again, this time a bit harder then, harder.
Inside the darkroom where the nanny knocks, someone is moving and only the lights coming from the open window are supporting her sight. She can hear the knocks that sounded like a bouncing ball coming near and she is watching, now one of her nannies. She has to laugh at the way this old lady is behaving whenever around her, but she chooses not to. She presses the green button on the wall near her bed then, she saw from her CCTV monitor that the green light flashes on top of her room's door. Her nanny almost jumped.
"G..good morning , Young L..lady," the old lady greeted, stammering. "Master wanted to tell you to come down to his unit, imm..immediately." The nanny has a long stop waiting for something. She then pushes the red button and it also flashes a red light outside her door.
A few hours after, she went out of her room, revealing a nymph of beauty shining like a diamond in her delicate flawless skin partnered with a white sleeveless top and white skirt, three inches above the knee. Plus, white flat sandals. She wears no make-up. Her eyes are tantalizing, naturally since the day she was born. Her nose is a perfect bridge between her reddish chubby cheeks. Her pinkish soft lips can make anyone stare. And the shape of her face, exactly defines the confidence of beauty. Her height and body, the perfect model for a Miss Universe. But her walk, it may be desiring to stare how sexy it is hence, beware. The sexiest she walks to you, the deadliest your case will be. It may mean, heaven, but I'm sure, it is hell.
"Good morning, Young Lady," all the boys on the same floor where the master's unit is, bowed at her. As a reply, she snaps, simply her finger on the air with a non-stop walk. She is meters away already, but she can still feel that they are gawking at her body.
[Jerks!]
After a hundred strides, she is now standing in front of her goal. She pushes the doorbell three times with a combination of three hard knocks.
"Good morning, Sweety!" The person who opened the door greeted her that made her face sour. He is a tall handsome man in his forties. She didn't mind him and just went inside like this room is hers.
"Too early, for chitchats," she says upon spotting a soon-to-be bald best buddy of her dad, Eugenio. He is pretty setting on a couch while munching some kinds of leafy veggie.
[What an early goat.]
"Morning, Meow," he greets her but she didn't reply, intentionally.
"What do we have?" She asks when her dad sits on the couch while she chooses to stay standing.
"Hey, Cat. Would you at least have some warm-ups?" Eugenio teasing her.
"Wanna be my early catch today?" She is being sarcastic which defines the real her. She is the total opposite of what people can see in her physical features.
"As always," Eugenio says, defeated.
She looks at her dad and in the thing, he is handing her. It is a white envelope. She didn't bother to ask what is it. She accepts it then, checks it out. The contents are all documents including a birth certificate.
"And who's this?"
The two gentlemen look at each other and then, at her.
"Your mission," her dad tells.
