3 This Feels Strange (1/2)

When Mr. Lombardi finally let go, he pulled the door wide open but didn't say anything. He just stared at me as if waiting until I stepped inside his house. When I did, he immediately pushed the door shut again. An audible click told me that his door and probably all the doors in this house have automatic locks. Bet the engineer that built this impressive abode forgot about sensory lights. His house may look so damn perfect but it didn't have lights on. Lamps were unlit and the massive chandelier hung by the ceiling glowed so dull and dim. Just enough so I could see through the place without bumping to any furniture.

”You have a beautiful place, Mr. Lombardi.” I told him.

”Beautiful, indeed.” Mr. Lombardi agreed but his eyes were trained at me.

I looked away to hide my blush. It would be stupid to assume he's referring to me, right? I continued scanning the living room and noted everything was put into their perfect place. As in perfectly clean and fresh. Given how huge his house was, he must've a lot of house help to maintain the place. I finally turned to face him again and was startled once more by his open staring. I felt my face burned but I fought back the urge to look away and bravely met his gaze this time instead.

So I started with a smile and I swore I heard him grunted. ”Where's the kid I'm going to look over?”

”Not yet here.” He answered which made me frown. ”He'll arrive soon. Meantime, I want you to get comfortable and familiarize the house. I don't really have much time to give you a tour. I hope it'll be alright with you if you do it all by yourself?”

Oh, sure! No problem. I smiled though I was a little bit disappointed that he's obviously telling me hed no enough time to get to know me more.

”Thank you. You can go about the house, pick any room you want on the second level, I don't mind. Just don't wander in my own working room. It's in the third level, east wing.”

”Ok.” I nodded but frowned. ”So, uh... You mean, I'm going to start now?”

”Living here, yes. But the babysitting duty isn't starting until my kid has arrived.”

Oh, no! I didn't bring clothes with me. I thought this would only be a simple screening or some initial interview whether he'd take me or not. But by the looks of it, I'm really going to start living in this plush house right there and then. A sudden excitement rushed into me at that thought.

But I really need my things. Maybe I should excuse myself so I could pack in my apartment and come back here quick without him noticing. But then again, there's the automatic locks in his house I didn't know how to operate.

”Where is the child? Is it a son or a daughter?” I asked my employer with curiosity because of how vague his explanation was about his kid. ”And how old is he?”

”I'll introduce you soon when he comes.” Was all Mr. Lombardi said.