One maid almost bit her tongue.
Mama Grace knocked.
“Come in.”
They entered.
Anthony sat behind his desk—calm, composed, intimidating.
Ma saw him and froze for half a second.
Handsome.
Then her brain resumed.
“Good afternoon, sir,” she said loudly.
Anthony nodded slightly.
Mama Grace spoke. “This is the girl I told you about.”
Anthony looked at Ma—quiet, observing, judging.
Ma shifted.
Then suddenly she started talking.
“Sir, I am very hardworking. I can clean, cook a little, arrange, organize, supervise…”
Anthony raised an eyebrow.
She continued, “I can even wash your shoes until they reflect your future.”
Mama Grace covered her face.
Ma kept going. “I will wash your bed—sorry, not wash, arrange. Unless you want me to wash it.”
Anthony blinked slowly.
Then a small laugh escaped him.
Ma froze. “Sir, you are laughing. Should I continue?”
He shook his head slightly. “That’s enough.”
Pause.
Then: “You’re hired.”
Ma gasped loudly. “Mama Grace, I have entered billionaire destiny!”
Anthony leaned back, shaking his head.
For the first time in a long while, the office felt alive.
As Ma followed Mama Grace out, she turned back slightly and looked at Anthony just for a second.
He was already watching her—quiet, curious.
Something unspoken passed between them.
Small but powerful.
Like the beginning of a storm neither of them saw coming.
And somewhere deep inside Anthony, something stirred.
Not sleep.
Not yet.
But something close.
Something warm.
Ma woke up like someone who had just been promoted by destiny.
She sat up on the bed in the maid’s quarters, stretched dramatically, and declared, “Good morning, future millionaire.”
One of the maids on the other bed hissed, “Please reduce your volume. This is not a market.”
Ma smiled sweetly. “Sorry, I forgot. In rich people’s houses, even noise is expensive.”
Another maid muttered under her breath, “This one will not last.”
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