His Daughters

~~~CAT'S POV~~~

This past week is the worst week ever in my working history. And I am sure it could be worse than that.

It is exhausting.

My boss is pissed off with me. He hates me. He hates everything about me.

He hates my flats. He hates my heels. He hates when I walk and follow him around. He hates when I am not following him around. He hates when his business partners compliment me. And he hates when I received three bouquets last Monday.

I'm surprised that he hasn't fired me yet because I am sure he sees a fault in whatever I do.

And I am even more surprised when I am considering quitting my job and jumping off the wall of the other company.

I heard Mr. Gonzales fired his new assistant and is currently looking for a new one. He would reach out to me once he found out that I resigned, hopefully.

I had my follow-up check-up with Alvin last Sunday. It was supposed to be on weekdays but then I asked him if it is possible to have it on Sunday because I cannot skip a day of work considering my boss's slacking impression of me.

Alvin agreed. And I was sure he would. During my checkup, he keeps on asking me about my feet. The heels I am wearing. And my work.

I had to be honest with him.

Ever since I wore those heels, my feet, knees, hips, and lower back hurt at the end of the day making me miss dinner all the time. Because as soon as I got back home my whole body started to hurt and the first thing I wanted to do was lay down on my bed and sleep.

Fortunately, he didn't open up the topic of marriage but he did ask me to quit my job.

And for the first time, I was not able to answer him with 'no', and instead, I said 'I'll think about it.'

But not yet. Not today. Because today I have a special job. Away from my boss. And that is to take his daughters to school.

Maybe tomorrow, I will send my resignation.

And speaking of school. My boss sure has a loose nut on his head. He asked for my suggestion and I suggested the best school in town yet he chose the second best.

And during his appointment with the headmaster of Northplace, he had nothing but insults and negative comments about the school. And he said those in the face of the poor headmaster. In the end, he chose the school that I suggested.

And today, I am going to take his daughters to school. He said that he hasn't found a nanny for his daughters and since I am the one who suggested the school, I should take them and make sure that they are settled.

Then I realized, would it be fine for Mrs. Vann for me to take her daughters to school? Wouldn't she want it to be her instead?

But I didn't question my boss about that. I will not give him any reason to glare at me and stab me with those beautiful dark piercing eyes.

I don't know why but I am very much happy to take them to school. Maybe because this is one chance to be away from my boss.

I hope that I will be given this chance every day.

A driver will pick me up here in my apartment to take me to Mr. Vann's house where I will meet his daughters. And from there, we will drive to the school and then the driver will take me back to the office.

I wore a white button-down oxford shirt with pearl buttons tucked in a knee-length black checkered skirt. I wore the heels that I bought with Alvin since I will be going straight to my Boss's house and I won't have enough time to change from flats to heels.

Normally I would go to work wearing flats hoping that I will not cross paths with my boss which luckily, I haven't. Then I will only change into heels if I have to see my boss.

Thinking about the hours I'll be spending walking around the children's school wearing these heels, my whole body is already aching.

I sighed while looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"One more week, Cat. Bear with it for one more week. Then resign." I started a chant before myself.

Then I thought, why should I wait for one week? I could just resign today. I already have my resignation prepared. Then I shook my head.

I got down from my apartment and saw my Boss's driver waiting for me.

"Good morning, Miss Fernandez." The driver greeted me with a smile.

"Good morning, Stan," I replied with a smile. Then he opened the door for me.

After fifteen minutes, we stopped in front of a modern traditional suburban mansion built with golden glasses and stones.

I immediately opened the door before Stan could open it for me because, honestly, I don't like the feeling of someone opening a door for me. It makes me uncomfortable.

I stepped out of the car and waited.

"I'll tell Mr. Vann that you are already here," Stan said, turning to me then he walked towards the entrance of the mansion.

But before he could knock, the door opens revealing the hottest and most gorgeous devil I've ever met.

I thought my boss looked hot wearing his business suit but I never imagined that he could be hotter wearing only pants and a white shirt.

Behind him were two little girls peeking at the door looking at me.

I immediately blushed when I realized that I had left my mouth open.

Damn! Am I ogling at my boss in front of his daughters? And in his house, where his wife is probably just around?

I felt embarrassed and immediately composed myself.

"Good morning, Mr. Vann," I said when I noticed that he was staring at me with a blank expression.

Did he notice that I was ogling him? I hope not. But I cannot tell since he is not showing any reaction. Urgh! Somebody just please kill me now!

"Kids, this is Miss Fernandez. She'll take you to your school today. She'll also be going to pick you up after school." I heard my boss talking to his daughters.

Wait! What?

I'll take them to school and then pick them up?

Might as well change my job description from executive assistant to nanny. Well, if his daughters are way better than him, why not?

I watched as the two little girls kissed their father each on his cheeks and thought how sweet of him, or them, I mean.

He looked so sweet, soft, and tender to his daughters. How I wish he could treat me the same. Then I shook my head.

No.

He is already married with two gorgeous little versions of him, or probably little versions of his wife.

I felt strings tugging inside my chest. Am I jealous?

This is bad.

One week. Just one week. Then resign. I thought to myself.

After a while, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat while the kids were in the back seat. The whole trip to the school is quiet and peaceful.

Stan dropped us at the entrance gate of the school and told me to call him once I'd already settled the kids inside their classroom.

I started to walk with the two girls each on my side when I felt a small hand tugging at my skirt.

I looked down and saw that it was the younger one. She looks anxious.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked in a soft tone.

I saw her shake her head and bit her lower lip.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your first time going to school?" I asked but she just looked down at her shoes.

I looked at her elder sister with an inquiring look and she nodded her head.

"Oh," Now I'm going to have to deal with a child with school anxiety. Should it be their parent's job? I thought internally.

But then, I don't mind. I am just afraid to go overboard. And give my boss another reason to be pissed at me.

I looked at my wristwatch and found that we were thirty minutes early. Then I looked around and found a bench not far away from the entrance of the school but still seemed quiet.

"Would it be okay if we sit there for a while?" I asked, looking at the older one. That reminds me, I haven't asked their names yet.

The eldest nodded her head.

So I pulled them towards the bench and we sat there for a while.

"By the way, I am Catherine. But you can call me Cat." I said to make them more comfortable around me. "May I know your names?" I asked.

"My name is Aenid." The eldest said. Then she looked at her still anxious little sister. "She is Faye."

I nodded my head with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Aenid and Faye," I said. Why I haven't asked for their names before? I only knew about their age. Aenid is eight, while Faye will be turning six.