Poor Child

It was the truth, after all. Know knows, the old lady may be able to help her.

Maybe her guardian angel disguised as an old woman?

Maya, although not the religious type of girl, always loved the idea that someone out there was watching over her, protecting her. The idea kept her in perfect company when she was lonely.

The old lady's eyes bulged in surprise. "What do you mean?" She then asked, with unmasked concern.

Maya told the woman what happened to her, even though she would get anxious in people's presence. She finds it helpful to have someone to talk to in a dire situation.

"Poor child. What bad luck you had!" She said it seems like deep thought.

"I'm sorry to ask, but you see, I can do a lot of things. I am versatile. I learn easily and efficiently. I really work hard. If you know someone, I can work with. Even as a maid, that is perfectly fine with me," Maya said, desperation laced on her voice.

It had been a while when she last felt desperate. Years ago, so it was damn annoying for her to do it again.

There seems to be no way out of here, at least not anytime soon. Since she was already in the country, why not take advantage of it.

Probably a new start after she lost her job?

There was nothing wrong with trying again. Maya was desperate, and she was ready to try anything.

The old lady smiled but remained silent. Of course, because of Maya's recent luck, she was already a ball of negativity.

So after a short while of waiting, Maya gave up on the idea that the old woman can help her.

Maya released a heavy sigh before she spoke with a forced smile, "You know, madam, don't worry about it. I could-"

"I know a place you can work." The old woman interrupted suddenly with a bright smile on her face.

Maya's eyes bulged. "Really? Thank you so much!" Not knowing how to react, Maya hugged the old woman so tight.

The old woman laughed at her, but Maya did not care, as long her problem would be fixed, and she would not do anything illegal, everything is going to be fine.

"Hush, child. You are welcome." She said while trying to escape from Maya's tight embrace.

"Thank you so much! I swear you will not regret it. So who will I be working for?" Maja asked excitedly.

"Me." The old lady pointed to herself proudly.

"Huh?" Maya asked in confusion.

The old woman snorted before unhappily spoke. "What? You don't want to work for me?"

"Oh! It's just that I did not expect it. Still, thank you so much!" Maja said assuring, as she smiled so coyly, trying to be cute, before asking, "Would you mind telling me what my job will be?"

The old woman waves her hand, "For starters, introductions. You can call me Mrs. Knight. Mrs. Sicilia Rose Knight." She said proudly. Face up, nose pointing upwards.

'What is wrong with her? Is she expecting something?' Maya asked herself before she spoke with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Knight. I am Maya Jacobs at your service." She then stood up and made a respectful bow towards the other.

Mrs. Knight looked at Maya amusedly, "You seem to not know me?" She asked, surprised. The old woman seemed offended.

Maya looked at Mrs. Knight dumbfounded. She was from another country. How in the world would she know a woman?

Still, Maya hurriedly said, "I am really sorry, madam! I am not good with names. Are you a politician perhaps?" She asked curiously.

"No. But I'm famous just like any celebrity." She said proudly.

With a bright smile on her face, Maya nodded as if she understood.

However, she had zero interest in who her boss, Mrs. Knight, was as long as she has worked and gets paid enough to return to her country.

Of course, provided that she won't be sold in the process as well.

There should be no problem, right?

'Maybe I should start praying a little more,' she thought as she crossed her fingers. It seems her prayers were responded to.

Suddenly the old woman stood up. Maya looked at the old woman. Mrs. Knight was making a face, a sign of disapproval.

Maya looked at the place or person Mrs. Knight was looking at. She saw a man wearing a suit heading towards them.

The man seemed a little old, but not as old as Mrs. Knight, maybe forty-something.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I had to wait for the person in charge of the flight, and I called the young mister to see what's he's going to do," he was panting.

'Give the man some break,' Maya thought.

"Well, that's fine. I didn't have such a bad time waiting for you anyway." Mrs. Knight said as she gestured to Maya as if silently saying that she had a good time waiting because of her.

Then Mrs. Knight asks the man, "Well, what did you find out?"

"The flight had been delayed due to a storm coming. There is no flight coming today nor tomorrow. I spoke to the young mister, and he said he would be arranging to have a private flight if the weather allows it, instead." Sebastien explained respectfully before his gaze shifted to Maya.

"Alright then, there is nothing else to do but go home," Mrs. Knight started walking.