It was enormous.
I couldn’t understand why a man like that needed a housekeeper.
Still, I didn’t have the luxury of being picky.
I called.
A few days later, I arrived at his estate with Emily.
Richard was waiting in his study.
He wore an expensive tailored suit and looked like a man who had never worried about money.
“You’re Nora,” he said with a warm smile. “And who is this young lady?”
“Emily. My daughter. I couldn’t afford daycare.”
“I’ll take care of that,” he replied. “If you accept the job.”
I stared at him.
A widow with a child and mountains of debt wasn’t exactly in a position to negotiate.
The job was surprisingly simple.
Light cleaning.
Errands.
Supervising contractors.
Helping with the estate.
And Richard arranged for a nanny so Emily could stay nearby.
I waited for the catch.
People rarely gave me anything without expecting something
