Nanny For The Black

Get Out

|A L E X I S|

"Wait, they declined you?" Lilian whisper-yelled and was hot on my tail as she trailed after me wherever I went.

"Yup," I muttered nonchalantly, quickly cleaning a table and rearranging the seats to their original positions.

"And then the assistant came back with another offer, and you turned it down?" She frowned in disbelief, rewording everything I just told her.

"Yup" 

Pulling the bucket of dirty plates up, I fixed it on my hip, and we plastered a smile as we gestured the guests to their table, with Lilian smoothly sliding new plates and utensils in perfect spots.

"How does that make any sense? You really needed the job, yet when a better one came, you didn't even hesitate to turn it down!" She exclaimed, trying her best to keep up with me as we entered the kitchen.

"Uh-huh" I stopped listening at that point as I completely focused on the message I got from Mrs.Payne, informing me that she was well aware of the situation in her marriage and that she handled it well.

What does that mean? And how did she know?

"Alexis!" I flinched when my friend, who had always carried the aura of a calm, sweet girl who wouldn't even hurt a fly, suddenly turned into Godzilla in need of answers.

"Why?!" She settled with that one-worded question; her onyx eyes peered through my gray ones with a demanding look.

"I just... didn't feel comfortable with the offer," I shrugged, my lips molding into a slight grin to assure her.

"Girl, anything is safer and more comfortable than our job here." She sighed, hooking an arm around mine as I hummed in agreement, our eyes scanning through the luxurious dining hall. 

"God, I just wish Mr.Payne wasn't the boss here. I mean, look at all those rich bastards coming here with a petty excuse of our amazing food. All they want is to get their hands on any unguarded waitress," She mumbled, referring to a couple of familiar faces, all of whom she recognized as friends of Mr.Payne.

Her arm slightly tightened around mine, seeking comfort, which I offered by patting her hand.

"Thank you again, by the way; although I hate this place, I can't find another job elsewhere near my house," She murmured sadly, and I nodded.

"I didn't do anything." I murmured, and I could already tell she rolled her eyes without needing to take a look.

"Liar," She pointed out, sighing when she suddenly unhooked her grip and leaned towards the counter that overlooked the diner hall.

"I hope someone could clean this place up so we won't get dirty." She mumbled breathlessly, and I agreed silently with a nod, watching the back of her head as her hair that was collected into a high bun bounced to the left when she looked to the right, a thing she would do when she realized something.

"That's a new face," She muttered to herself. "He doesn't look like the other bastards here." Leaning further, she tilted her head in curiosity to the left, hoping to have a better look.

Out of sheer interest, my eyes peeked in the direction of her attention, catching a glimpse of a male. I lost the chance of seeing his face and was left to study his well-built figure, from the way his back and shoulders were wide and proud, his sleek dark brown hair brushed neatly, and he seemed to carry himself like royalty. Unlike the other hungry animals who filled that hall, who had their eyes feasting on waitresses rather than food, he had his eyes fixed on something or someone, completely disinterested in his surroundings.