While on our way home, Frank told me more about his family and why he chose not to be known everywhere.
"You know, when people don't know who you are they won't give a shit about you. But when they acknowledge you are somebody, they try to frustrate your life. You get calls from different people, text messages and even social media friend or requests. And when you walk down the streets, people rush to take pictures with you. Some, to beg for money" he bespoke.
I almost told him he speaks a lot but promptly changed my mind. It would definitely sound disrespectful if I do that. By the way, what he said was true. As the heir to the Walters family, a very sich and successful family, I think it's good for him to keep hiding in his shadow.
The second people realize he was the son of Mr. Walter, the would definitely flood over him. Not everyone though, and many girls would wish to kickstart a relationship with him.
Talking about kick-starting a relationship, Frank asked if he could be more than a friend to me earlier. I didn't know what that means and he wouldn't explain further.
Anyways, I wasn't bothered. If he wanted us to be more like best friends forever, well then that's fine. We could actually be close friends, while I work under him as a staff in his company.
I just couldn't wait to see myself in my own workspace, going through my system and sorting out things. I could already see myself working in the company but wait a second, we didn't talk about working hours yet.
I should better ask him, or should I just wait until the accounting department summon me? I should probably wait for them to do that, although there might not be room for me to make adjustments to some of the things I may find unwelcome.
Actually, since I wasn't living in the Mainland transportation would be stressful for me to and fro everyday. However, I could be able to manage it if working hours are less.
For example, going to work 8 to 9am and coming back home around 4 in the afternoon. That would be more than okay for me, but adding extra hour or hours to that would make it difficult for me.
"Hey, Laura. You are not saying anything. I hope everything is fine?" A voice bellowed, pulling me out of my trance.
It was Frank. He must have been talking to me, and when he realized I was deep in my thoughts he decided to pull me back to reality.
"Oh, sorry. I was..." I paused and sighed, "I was kind of thinking, you know, a lot of things pacing in my mind" I admitted.
"What were you thinking about, is it about the witty comment I made on your cousin?" he asked, prompting me to wonder what comment he made about Jessica.
"What comment, please?" I asked out of curiosity. I didn't actually know he made such comment, and now I was hoping it was something I could comprehend.
"Like seriously?" he giggled, "I thought all those smiles you were wearing and the nods and shakes you were giving me, I thought you were listening" he wondered.
"Maybe I was, but i didn't just get that point. Can you please say it again? I mean, repeat the comment please" I implored.
"Hmm, okay" he cleared his throat and sighed, "I said she's a beautiful girl, even though she's crazy" he said, and for some unknown reasons I became speechless. And seeing how quiet I was, he decided to ask if everything was okay. "I hope you are not offended by my words?"
"Not even a bit but I was surprised to hear you say that, I wasn't actually expecting it. She's really crazy, and... she's also, beautiful, yeah" I gulped hard.
"Okay, so... what did she say about working with us? Yesterday, we talked about getting her a suitable position too, did you talk to her about it? I hope she would be glad to work with our company?" he queried, and that reminded me about her own case. We were supposed to talk about it in his house but totally forgot.
"No, I only talked to her mom. The only problem is, Jessica is unpredictable. Even her mom testified that, she may totally not like the job or may end up messing up" I replied.
"Wow," he huffed, "are you telling me she wouldn't like to work with us?"
"Apparently, yes. But I will try and ask her about it, just don't bother bringing her topic again should in case I didn't get back to you. That, probably means she didn't agree with the offer" I absentmindedly said.
"Okay then, no qualms. I hope she gets to study in her desired university someday" he said.
"I hope so too, 'cause she's obsessed with that Oxford and it wasn't as if she had been there before. She just heard about it from her friends or probably, from the media and became so obsessed with it. You can't talk about other universities or colleges with her, she's down for Oxford" I said, and for some unknown reasons he burst into laughter, "What's funny?" I glanced at him in awe, "Did I say something funny?" I asked again as he continued laughing, "Like seriously?"
"Actually, you sounded like someone I knew. When they are against something or upset, they throw out every possible word to convince people to support them" he said, and to say I was stunned is an understatement.
"Huh? But I am just saying the truth, nothing more. Jessica is so obsessed with Oxford, we both know that. Although you probably haven't heard from her directly, but I am telling you the truth. I am not trying to convince you or something" I said while he continued laughing. "Please don't kill us both" I implored as the car slowly began changing direction on the road, "You shouldn't be laughing, you know that right?" I added.
"Yes, yes... but Laura, I just can't help it. You are amazing, trust me. And I don't just know why I like everything about you. I've never seen a girl like you before" he remarked, prompting me to blush. I didn't expect all those praises from him actually.
"Thank you!" I blurted.
"You are welcome, dear" he said.
When we arrived home, he pulled over on the road and told me to greet my aunt and Jessica too, "I won't be able to check on them today, I have a lot to do at home" he said.
"Alright, no problem. I will let them know" I said and gently alighted from the car. "Thank you, Frank," I uttered from the bottom of my heart, "for everything"
"You are welcome, dear" he beamed at me.
"Alright, bye" I beamed back at him and shut the door off.
Thus, I waited and watched him as he drove away into distance. After that, I heaved a sigh and turned, heading towards the house. Surprisingly, I caught Jessica staring at me through the roof-light.
She quickly hid the moment she found out I was aware of her presence there. What was she even doing there? I wondered, shook my head and then went into the house.
"Aunt, I am back" I said as I walked over to her in the kitchen.
"Welcome back, Laura. How was the short trip? I hope the interview went well?" she asked, taking her apron off. She was obviously done cooking lunch.
"Yes, it was fine. Frank told me to wait for the accounting department's email regarding the job, but all in all he has employed me!" I responded as I sat on a stool.
"Wow, that's great. How about Jessica's case, did you talk to him about it?" she uttered, looking deep into my eyes.
"Well, we talked and he told me he could look for a small job for her with her high school diploma. However, he fears she might not like it. I also fear she might turn the job down but I would talk to her first" I said.
"Don't even bother," she said, "we spoke about it earlier and she told me she met someone yesterday and the person promised to help her get admission into Oxford, as well as secure a student grant for her to fund her studies"
"Wow, that's good but... who's that person? I hope the person isn't trying to con her or something, is the person a tutor there or a staff?" I bespoke, concerned about Jessica. What if she ended up being conned?
"That, I do not know. But I told her to invite him over" she said. It was obvious the person was a guy, was it the one we met her with in the motel? Reade? If he was the one, then surely she's going to be conned.
"Okay, I hope it's not what I am thinking. She's upstairs, right?" I stood from the stool I sat in.
"Yes, she's upstairs. She was here few minutes ago, and we prepared lunch together" she said, I could see the happiness on her face.
Actually, Jessica wasn't the type that like helping her mother with chores. She was so lazy, especially when it comes to chores. But invite her to a night party and see how she would stay all night partying.
I used to wonder what kind of human being she was. I just hope that she changes someday because if she doesn't, she might not enjoy her life in her matrimonial home.
"She helped you prepared lunch? Wow, I am glad to hear this. I hope she continues with the good work" I gladly uttered.
"Me too" she smiled, " Now go and change, let's eat lunch. Don't forget to call Jessica on your way back"
"Lunch?" I belched, "I am full, aunt. I don't think I can add anything into this belly of mine. I am undeniably full" I giggled.
"Oh, did you eat something on your way home?" she curiously asked.
"No, I ate before coming back. In Frank's house. He convinced me to" I frankly responded.
"Hmm, Frank, he's really a nice guy. And I think you both are going to be perfect match"
"Perfect what?"
"Match, Laura. Perfect Match. Or don't you like it? He's handsome, rich, kind, and has practically all the good qualities you may find in good men" she said, prompting me to smile.
He sure had all the good qualities, but trying to hook us both may not work. He was rich, and so was his father. They had all the material things they needed, why would they want to associate themselves with a poor girl like me?
You know how those rich people are, they prefer to marry people from their own class. Frank might be different, but how about his parents? I was yet to see them but I believed they would not allow him to date a girl like me, let alone marry me.
For that reason, I didn't used to think about falling in love with him and I used to try my best to maintain my lane. To not fall for him. To not start what I might not be able to end later on.
Sooner or later, if his parents finds out he's trying to bring me into their family they may end up finding someone of their class to get him married with. That was one of the reasons why I didn't want to meet his parents, but he kept insisting.
He promised to introduce me to them soon, but as a friend. Although at first he wanted introducing me to them as someone special, someone more than a friend but I implored him not to.
"Just introduce me to them as your friend, I prefer that for now. Please" I had begged him.
"Hmm, alright, if that should be the case then so be it" he crooked a smile on his face, I could sense his pain but I took his smile as it is.
