But since,thr mob boss kept her precious M I'm moving safe she would always thank him when he came back. She finally had something that would keep her days here at least precious.
Natasha was worried for no reason ,life here would be bearable. The thought about her best friend reminded her that she had not contacted her for the past half week.
Gwen picked up her phone and dialed Natasha's number, the call rang the first time, second ,third.
This was unlike Natasha she usually stayed near her phone no matter where she was, so why wasn't she picking up. That's when a thought struck Gwen, Natasha was supposed to start work about two days before maybe she was working. But also does modelling require one to stay awake Yb from the phone that long. Then Natasha on the other side finally answered in a whisper.
"Yes, hello Gwen how are you. I taught you had died",said Natasha her voice was barely heard, her background was silent so why was he whispering?
"I am Natasha,but why are you whispering, Is everything okay? ",Gwen asked concerned that her friend might be in a huge problem and wasn't able to tell her about it.
"Oh nothing don't worry about it, I am just busy with work ",said Natasha "I will call you later ok",she continued then she hang up but Gwen heard a faint loud voice from the other side
"Miss Natasha are you done with your tasks already ",said the voice
Gwen now knew something was wrong Natasha never hung up so quickly they barely talked for five minutes ,maybe this was the work alcoholic Natasha. Talk less work hard . But then again those words didn't suit the carefree Natasha. Was her boss that strict with her?
Meanwhile Natasha had to continue sorting the clothes type from the bunch given by her superior.
"Since you had time to talk to the phone how about we add a few more stocks, how does that sound ",said the superior
'I never applied for this job I applied to be a model '
"Senior there is a problem with the machine,it won't work",said a ginger head dressed in a white T-shirt and a black trousers holding a brown taskboare rushing towards the superior next to Natasha .
"I will be there in a sec",said the superior then she left with the ginger head.
Natasha looked back at the cloths then pushed them aside with rage burning through her inside and her blood boiling vigorously painting her cheeks red from fury.
"I assigned to be model not a cloths picker",she said as she slumped her head down on the table. If you though cloths picking I'd as easy as saying the alphabet try separating nylon from silk or polyester
On the window beside her was a sillhoute of a man looking at her with a smirk on his face as the superior approached him
"Sir, don't you think we should start training her now ",said the superior
"Just a few more days of burden towards her, you will start her training next week,got it ",said Rex as he left.
'Poor little girl,what did she do to deserve CEO'S dark side'
In the Winston Mansion Gwen went to have a shower. Since Mimo got her owner back she was like her little shadow following her everywhere.
"Is the little cat taking my role of following you everywhere? ",asked Eva as she set breakfast on the table "Bon appetite ",she continued.
"Are you jealous the cat took your position ",said Aunt Zoe.
"Not exactly",said Eva then she returned to the kitchen.
"So how's the cookies ?",asked Aunt Zoe. She looked at Gwen like a little kid trying to seek permission to do something from her parent, her brown eyes bright like a fresh autumn day.
"They are delicious, Auntie",said Gwen "Thank you ",she continued
"I am so glad you liked them ",Aunt Zoe heaved a sigh of relief "I was just trying a new recipe that's why, I was afraid that Ma'am wouldnt like them ",she continued
Ralph had been gone almost a month and a half, Gwen shifted from books to gardening with little Mimo by her side playing with the soil and chasing small critters around the place. The first few days of gardening were hard because....
A; Aunt Zoe and Eva mostly didn't want her to garden afraid that their boss would make a fuss out of it.
"She went from disturbing me in the kitchen to the courtyard, Boss did you choose a reflection of your younger self",sighed Aunt Zoe
"Ma'am please don't ",said Eva but Gwen would run around the place holding her gardening tools nearby.
"This place needs to be more interesting ",said Gwen dodging Eva her pony tail behind her swinging in the wind.
"You are supposed to be a trained assassin",said Aunt Zoe to Eva crossing her arms over chest and shaking her head like a dissapointed mother "You can't even touch a fragile girl",she continued
"Miss is far at far more level than me, if you think its that simple come help",said Eva breathing heavily, she would rather run a marathon than run about a place chasing someone that could easily dodge or run back from where she came from.
"Sorry dear, I retired ",said Aunt Zoe admiring the free show infront her. She had never seen Eva so tired just from chasing someone. Apparently Eva didn't chase people it's either they chase her or she strikes a kill.
B; It was hard keeping Mimo out the mud as she watered making her fur soaking wet and muddy hence hard to wash the fur back to its silky state.
"Come on Mimo enough with the water ",said Gwen snatching Mimo away but she tripped up and ended falling into the mud.
"See what you did, how will I get this mud off me and my hair ",said Gwen then she lifted little Mimo in the air in front her. "Do you want us to take a bath together",she continued .
"Miss maybe it's better if you stop gardening if you don't want to get muddy",said Eva looking hopeful that the Miss will finally stop since her hair got a little bit muddy and mud of silky soft hair doesn't go well.
"Actually it's pretty fun having a little mud, I actually miss my child hood",Gwen said making mud angels "Don't worry I will clean up before dinner time",she continued
A large invisible sweat drop fell on Eva's head.
'She is literally making mud angels '
'Miss, please stop'
Eva was crying internally without tears.
After half an hour of messing with the mud and watering the seeds Gwen finally went to the mansion to get changed.
Whoever gave the thought of the elevator sure did a terrific job or else the entire three floor would be muddy .
Gwen climbed into the elevator with a muddy Jordan in her hands and pressed the button to the third floor as the doors closed she waited for them to open again where as he went straight to bathroom to get a shower . If she had paid attention she would have noticed the black Lamborghini pulling ahead in the parking lot.