Treating Mr. Billionaire

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 Stanley.

It was a name she had heard before, seen severally on screens, and came across in books. The name loomed in the air like it was oxygen. It was a popular name and many people in the world went by it. But that wasn't the reason why the name was always alive on every lip. A mere combination of seven letters of the English alphabet wasn't sufficient enough to attract such fame.

It was because of the influential and prosperous family recognized by the name. A well-to-do family of four who was recognized as the richest family in America and only someone living under a rock wouldn't have heard of them. There were only two categories of people who talked and debated about them. The first category was the majority group who held nothing but pure adoration and the opposite group was the minorities who prejudiced their wealthy lifestyles.

Maria had never been in any of those categories. There were many other things in her life to handle than while away her tight schedule gossiping about four humans who didn't know she existed. It wasn't like she would ever care about whatever shit that will ever happen to them.

Well until now.

It was by this time a few weeks ago her boss had her running to his office and presenting an offer with a shiny bonus he knew she couldn't resist. Before she could take hold of time, she signed a contract and got the important necessities discussed and arranged within a matter of fourteen days. It turned out her new patient was a member of the famous family. And that was the only reason she found herself seizing her free time and reading up on the Stanleys' history, their achievements, and even their present lifestyle. She wouldn't want to go there now, would she?

Presently, she had answers to every Ted's question from two weeks ago and a well-versed knowledge of her patient. He wasn't an old man who was probably stuck in a wheelchair who did nothing but read newspapers all day with a monocle fixed on his left eye. That wasn't true at all. If anything, according to the test results and endless sources on the internet, he was a young man who was barely older than her by about two years. Whoever he was, she was at the point of finding out, and she meant that literally.

Maria was standing on the sidewalk outside the street, where she had been told to wait for the car arranged to bring her to the Stanleys' household.

She would be lying to herself if she told any passer-by who cared to listen to her tale that she wasn't trying her best to calm her nerves. There was a sense of excitement yet anxiety inside her stomach which made it hard for her to breathe.

This was the first time she would be meeting ultra-wealthy people in person. They were nothing but the privileged class who grew up in one of the most luxurious houses in the world. They were better off than the president himself. On top of that, she was going to meet one or some of them personally in just a few minutes. And someone would blame her for being chicken-hearted?

Her gaze dropped down at her dress, and then, to the pair of heels she wore on her feet. They all made her wonder whether she should have worn something else. The fear of not looking presentable had her delving into her wardrobe the previous night before she could settle on the blue gown she was wearing today. To her, the other black dresses she had initially chosen looked too plain and boring, but found the blue one a little fancier and the right color for the first appointment. Now, however, she was questioning her judgment and the urge to race back home to change clothes despite the distance filled her.

The moment she looked up, her sight discovered the dark vehicle parked a few feet away from her. It was shining like a diamond on the side of the road with the sun hitting it directly, its tinted windows prompting her to check her reflection in the glass.

Without thinking twice, Maria hurriedly moved closer to the mentioned compartment and found her face through its darkness. The first flaw she noticed was her cherry lipstick smudge. Her aroused fear died as soon as it came when she remembered the emergency makeup kit she always carried around.