Page 2 of Beautiful Noise
Seconds later, my phone vibrated with a text notification which I thought to ignore. There weren’t many people I communicated with as of late. Friends had fallen off and my family… Well, that was a story for another day. When things in my life took a turn for the worst, not many of my so-called friends cared enough to stay in touch. I couldn’t really blame them. They had their own lives. Jobs, families, careers that tookpriority over old high school and college friends’ worries and woes. None of them had time to worry about if I had a roof over my head or a place to feel safe.
Exhaling a sigh, I dug my phone out of my coat pocket and swiped to view the incoming text.
Elite Cleaners: 3248 Diamond Falls Drive
Gate Code: 323
Garage code: 7826
The client is out of town and will be returning next week. Use the codes given to enter through the garage. Make sure you’re dressed properly and have the provided decals affixed to your vehicle.
Click the attachment to see the services requested.
I tucked my lip between my teeth and pressed the PDF attachment. The first thing I noticed was the client’s name.
Grand Diamond LLC
My eyes drifted to the service and I groaned.Complete deep clean. My shoulders sank low as my eyes moved down a few more lines where I noticed the property details.
8,000 square foot home
Six bedrooms
Six bathrooms
“They have to be kidding. They want me to deep clean an eight thousand square foot house alone?”
Yep, they sure do.
The only reason I had been hired on the spot was because I was “pretty, had a wide open schedule, and willing to start immediately”. That was what Chantel Dior had told me. Followed by a rant about how pretty young women were more interested in becoming Instagram models and trap ballers than they were with cleaning the house of one.
She has a point.
I had no interest in either but I was desperate and needed consistent money. Once I was on my feet, the goal was to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Sadly, I had no clue aside from knowing I didn’t want to spend the next twenty plus years married to a man I liked but didn’t love while drowning in a mediocre existence.
I can’t believe this is my life.
“Well it is, so get over it,” I muttered begrudgingly.
After standing, I glanced over my shoulder, once again realizing I no longer had a place to live. With maxed out credit cards and very little cash on hand, I had to figure out where I would sleep for the next few days. I wasn’t supposed to get paid until two weeks after my start date, but managed to convince Chantel to pay me in advance, only after my first job was complete. That would be Monday and it was currently Friday.
My eyes lowered to my phone once more.The client is out of town and will be returning next week.. I quickly shook the thought and began climbing down the stairs. By the time I reached my car, tossed my duffel in the back seat and settled behind the steering wheel, I found myself pulling up the text I’d just received once more.
The client is out of town and will be returning next week.
I stared at the address for a few minutes, chewing the corner of my lip, toying with the idea.
The property was newly built. I remembered listening while Chantel asked questions of the woman who’d called in the request. Security system hadn’t been installed yet. Only the keypads for the gate and doors. The woman’s son would be handling security when he returned from abroad.
That means they’ll never know if I stayed the weekend. What’s the worst that could happen?
You could get arrested for trespassing and lose your job, the one good thing you have to count on right now, is the worst that could happen, dummy.
But, I could also lie my way out of it. I could say it was such a huge job I decided to start early.
“It’s not like I’m going to throw a party or anything stupid like that. I can easily fly under the radar for one weekend,” I mumbled and laughed hard at the way I was not only speaking to myself but doing so out loud.
God, I’ve truly lost it but…