"four million monthly!
For a nanny?
That's half of her Step mom's surgery money!" Disha's inner mind screamed.
"Is that really the amount you pay?" Disha asked.
"Yes and it's fixed, it can't be changed" Killian said.
"How do you... never mind" Disha said.
She had wanted to ask how he copes with the payment forgetting he's a billionaire and a philanthropist.
"I think that'll be the end of our conversation. You're to resume tomorrow" Killian said and Disha nodded.
"You'll be given the rules booklet once you get to the living room" Killian added, getting on his feet.
Disha wasted no time in standing up too.
"I guess you can find your way back to the living room" Killian said.
"Of course" Disha said.
"Okay bye" Killian said walking far into the garden.
Disha shrugged and started walking back in the same direction Killian led her in.
She gazed admiringly at the garden once more before finally leaving.
Her mind was so occupied that she didn't even knew when she go to the edge of a passageway.
There were two doors and she stood wondering which was the door to the living room.
"Disha you deserve some heavy whip!" She said biting her lower lip.
She had been staring at his broad back all the way to the garden and now she's lost in the middle of two doors .
How could she not even know which door.
Is she that dumb?
Or distracted.
She sighed and made to turn the knob of the door on her left.
"That's the door to my room" Killian suddenly said, startling the hell out of Disha.
She breathed in and out before turning to face him.
"You said you knew the way back to the living room" Killian said.
"Well..it got confused" Disha said, embarrassed.
How long has he been behind her?
He must have been entertained by her stupidity" Disha thought, almost cursing at herself.
"You can use the door on your right
" Killian said and walked into his room.
"Thank you" Disha murmured and hoped he heard through the thick door.
"Thirty million?" Lucien asked in disbelief.
"Yes,i was shocked"
"Oh..my..God! That's half of mum's surgery bill" Lucien blinked rapidly.
"Yes!" Disha exclaimed in smiles.
"Why didn't you start immediately" Lucien asked and Disha laughed.
"I wanted to but i'm to resume after going through the little girl's rules booklet"
"Rules booklet?" Lucien asked..
"Yeah, it's right here in my bag" Disha said searching her bag.
She brought out the little book.
"The girl made the rules herself?" Lucien asked.
"Of course and the little girl said she wish i won't back off after reading her rules booklet"
"Really? Are her rules that hard to keep?" Lucien wondered aloud.
"Everyone has rules but you know rich kids rules are far different, they set their rules with some kind of level, but i know i won't find the rules difficult" Disha said.
"Does she appear like a spoilt girl?" Lucien asked.
"Not at all, She's so smart and a bit of a talkative, i really like her" Disha smiled.
"You like all kids" Lucien stated.
"Yes" Disha said.
"There were more of those guys that came to pick me in the morning?"
"Really?" Lucien laughed.
"Yeah, the workers in the house are quite much but the mansion is wide enough to accommodate hundreds of people.
The living room alone is wider than our entire compound" Disha said, chewing on the cheese she got on the way.
"Wow!" Lucien said interestingly.
"I hope the man was nice to you?" He asked.
"Yes he was and i think he's less creepy today" Disha said and they both laughed.
"Is his behavior different from other billionaires?" Lucien asked, raising a brow up.
"Totally! He's humble. Can you believe he told me not to bow to him. Something most wealthy people want"
"I knew i didn't made a bad choice in choosing that man as my role model. I admire everything about him and the fact that he's a philanthropist made me admire him more." Lucien said.
"But you never told me about him" Disha said.
"Really? I do mention him,to mum though" Lucien said.
"Ohh" Disha said, slapping his hand off her cheese.
"Sis!" Lucien whined.
"Bro!" Disha mimicked.
"Fine! No one should expect chocolate chip cookies in this house anymore" Lucien said.
"Aaarrgh..you know how much i like that cookies and you decided to use it against me huh?" Disha asked and Lucien shrugged.
"You can have it" She said slapping the cheese against his ear.
"Ouch!" Lucien pouted.
"I need to go check on mum" Disha stood up, sliding her feet into her flip flops.
Lucien nodded,busy with the cheese.
Disha shook her head and muttered 'food monger' under her breath before heading to her stepmum's room.
Her stepmother was very different from others.
The woman had broken her legs while trying to get them what to eat.
She acts exactly like their mother, she never for once maltreated them.
Their mother had died long ago which made their dad so lonely.
Disha and Lucien had forced their father to remarry,they needed a mother in their lives and their father hadn't made a bad choice.
They loved her from the beginning, till now.
She cared for them so much and would sacrifice anything for them.
Most people mistake her for their biological mum.
"Lucien, take my bag to my room okay?" Disha said loudly before opening the door to her stepmum's room.
She walked in and met the woman seated on her wheelchair, knitting.
Thats actually what she loves doing most.
"Mum" Disha smiled pecking her on both cheeks.
"Disha" Mrs Smith smiled.
"How are you? Have you eaten?" Disha asked.
"Yes, i have."
"Mum,there's something i want to tell you" Disha said, sitting on the bed.
"Disha.." Mrs Smith paused. "Lucien told me everything already" She said.
"Really?"
"Yes and I'm okay with whatever decision you take." Mrs Smith said.
"Thanks mum. I love you" Disha hugged her.
"Look, I'm making a new sweater for you" Mrs Smith said, she had wanted to make it a surprise but it slipped out of her mouth.
"Yaaaaay" Disha squealed excitedly like a little kid.
"You mean Killian is about to employ a slut as my daughter's nanny" Diane shouted, pacing her living room.
"Yes" Her husband confirmed.
He just received the information from their spy, who's one of Killian's bodyguards but secretly works for them.
"Get me my car key!!!" Diane screamed.
*Do not touch my hair without my permission.
*Do not eat before taking me to bed, i hate the smell of food on someone.
*Do not dress me up, i can do it myself.
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