The Moonlight Lilac Chapter 15: 2 - THE ONE WITH THE INTERVIEW 1.4

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**CHAPTER 2 – THE ONE WITH THE INTERVIEW 1.4**

Dahlia and I are now walking towards the main door of the mansion. After treating my wounds, which turned out to be quite long, they gave me a new pair of white v neck t-shirt and jeans. Maybe they will look at me when I am still wearing my bloody clothes. The clothes they gave me were just right. They also gave me a paper bag to hold my things.

And not just that! They gave me one box of that mango chiffon cake. That's really my reward for everything that happened that day.

I'll invite Riley, Luna, and Mykel over. I have a lot to tell them. I'm sure I'll get scolded here with the bandage wrapped around my arm and a long explanation of what I'm going to do to mom. Another super long day.

"We really apologize again for what happened, Ms. Parker. And we are so grateful to you after what happened earlier. If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to call the number on that business card. Whatever it is, I'll personally give you my help. Anything." she said when we reached the main door.

The guard who drove me to the mansion earlier was also waiting outside.

"Also, we'll have one of our butlers send you home." she added.

Of course I wouldn't refuse that. To save on fares too. I also got a lot of things. New clothes and jeans that looked really branded, a box of cake, free rides, and of course their offer to use their boss as a character reference, which I decided was actually okay if I thought about it.

But, after she witnessed what I did earlier, maybe if I called her for a character reference, she would say it out loud and make me cry.

I mentally laughed at that thought.

"Thank you very much for welcoming me and for all the things you gave me. It's a very interesting day. I also learned a lot from you. This was one hell of an opportunity. Despite the final result, I'm still grateful for the experience." I told Dahlia and smiled at her.

She looked at me with a trace of regret on his face. She held both of my hands tightly.

"I really want you to work with us. But..." then she sighed deeply.

"It's okay, Dahlia. I understand. That's just how it is. Maybe it's not really for me."

I'm really sorry, honestly. It's just that, they told me earlier at the clinic, that once their young lady makes a decision, nothing changes. So I didn't expect anything either.

"Heyyy, I'm really enjoying it. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Parker."

"It was a pleasure to meet you too, Dahlia."

She let go of my hold and walked me out the main door.

"Harry will be the one to send you h---"

"Wait. Stop." someone cut Dahlia's sentence.

A voice full of authority echoed inside the mansion. Dahlia and I both froze before we could even walk out the door. We both looked in the direction where the voice came from.

The voice came from a figure now leaning against the railings of the grand stairs going up to the 2nd floor of the mansion. It's a woman, wearing a black fitted dress that emphasized the curves of her body. It's only above her knee and from where I'm looking at, I can tell that it's a tube type of dress.

She looks really expensive wearing all those jewelries on her hands. Unlike the twins who are both blonde, her long wavy hair is as dark as her dress. She is also whiter than the other two. Her skin is like baby milk.

However, I can't see her face. She's leaning her back against the railings. She's facing the large painting hanging on the second floor. Her two hands are stretched out on either side of the railings and they're supporting her weight.

I know that painting. That's the Flaying of Marsyas. What a weird choice of painting to introduce to people who visit your house. When you enter this mansion, besides the grand staircase, that large painting is also what will catch your attention.

Even though Dahlia didn't say anything, I already had a strong hunch about who this woman was...

"Y-young lady." Dahlia gently bowed her head even though the other one wasn't facing us.

Is it just me or from where I'm standing, I can smell the perfume she's wearing. It smells hypnotizing. I can't explain the scent but my guess is vanilla and caramel. It's a combination of a very sweet and soft smell. It doesn't fit with the aura around her but it's like...I don't know the right term...but the smell is hypnotizing.

"Ms. Parker." the young lady called me and kept staring at the painting.

Should I call her young lady??

"Y-yes?"

"You might be wondering why I asked you to stop. Well, I'm here to do the honor of freeing you from your agony. Before you go home, I want to give you an idea about your contract and responsibilities as the instructor for my siblings." she said.

The accent is so expensive! She has this natural Posh British accent. Her way of speaking is not forced. You really think she lives somewhere in England.

Dahlia and I looked at each other. What?! Did I hear that right?

Is she saying I passed?!

Dahlia was held in my right hand as if we were both in the Ms. Universe pageant.

"However, I changed the original contract..."

Which I didn't really read either.

"From 150,000 a month, I've decided to increase the salary offer to 200,000." she said without any hint of joke.

My jaw literally dropped and it wasn't just me, even Dahlia was surprised. It seemed like the offer to me exceeded her salary.

But shit! Fuck! Damn! Bitch! Shesssshhhh!!!! Did I hear that right?!!

"I'm sorry. Y-you said 200,000 pe---"

"Yes." She quickly interrupted me.

"I think that number is fair enough to compensate for that one thing I changed from the original contract."

What is he talking about? Doesn't he know that I haven't even touched the original contract she's talking about? What change is worth 200k? I suddenly got nervous.

"It's more of a condition. Just one condition."

I swallowed hard when he said that with a voice full of authority.

"And oh, this is a very important condition that if you say no to it, then you're going to leave me no choice but to look for another applicant. Also, I need to get your answer right away. I'm giving you this job if you agree to be a 'stay in' professor. You'll be here Monday to Friday. Technically, you'll live in this mansion. On a lighter side, I'll give you Saturday and Sunday as your rest days, where you can go anywhere you want. But on weekdays, it's mandatory that you stay here. You're not allowed to leave the place on your working days...without my permission. Just like, Dahlia. She lives here." she explained.

I let go of Dahlia's grip on my hand and my forehead slowly wrinkled. I don't know if it's her tone, but after she said that, I felt like I was suddenly a prisoner.

She's asking me to live here and be a stay in prof???

"I'm waiting for your answer." he added as if he was rushing me to answer.

Seriously?

How many minutes does he want to give me? This is a very big decision to make. I haven't been with my mom for years because I work in Canada, and even in the Philippines we hardly get to see each other?

"Tsk..."

This was her reaction when I didn't answer immediately. Her patience was short. I saw her stomping her feet continuously on the carpeted floor.

It's a lot of pressure! Who are you woman?

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