My New Job and My Annoying Little Boss

Chapter 72

Katia was really good friends with my mom. She went through the same rough times we did, until she found a guy with money and turned her life around. She used to hang out at our place a lot, but she fought with my aunt all the time. They ended up drifting apart. One of the fights was about me: my mom had promised she'd be my godmother when I was born, but my aunt, Mariana's mom, threw a fit about "blood ties" and said it was ridiculous, so my mom gave in. I ended up with a strict godmother.

I always get screwed.

I went over to her house. It was way out in the sticks. Rich folks' gated community, polite security at the gate, quiet street, not a soul wandering around. Her house was big and modern, tons of windows, high ceilings, open living room, kitchen with an island, everything sparkling. My dad dropped me at the door and peeled out quick. He doesn't like hanging around rich people; the poor guy gets all awkward.

They welcomed me nicely. Aunt Katia treated me like I was some big-shot guest, pulled me to the breakfast table. Honestly, I thought there'd be a feast, but the table was pretty lame—back home, even on a bad day, we'd put out more stuff for visitors. I looked super disappointed but kept my mouth shut.

At the table, Uncle Rubens was glued to his phone, chatting with us now and then. Fifties, put-together, the type who takes care of himself. Aunt Katia still looked good like she always had, everything in place, simple but expensive clothes, subtle perfume. I sat down, ate quietly, answered what they asked, and just watched the two of them living their little life, like nothing had ever gone down between the families. I focused on trying to act polite without breaking anything or staining the tablecloth.

My uncle looked up from his phone for a second and jumped into the convo when he saw Katia was running out of things to say.

"Ey, Jully, I heard you got into a top-notch college. That true?"

"Yeah, Uncle. Now it's 'Doctor Julia,' got it?"

"You gotta graduate first, kid. It's a long road," he said, no fuss.

"Start calling me Doctor now to get used to it, Uncle," I shot back, holding in the sarcasm, you dumb rich asshole.

They laughed. I'm a smartass, what can I say?

"Your mom told me what you're doing, and I think it's great, honey. I was really touched by your gesture, you know?" Aunt Katia said.

She looked at me with this admiration that made me uncomfortable. Weird, 'cause once I was older, she wasn't around that much.

"I'm not a kid anymore. Gotta help out at home, right?"

They agreed. She spread jelly on one of those airy toast slices and handed it to me.

"And, Jully, when you're in the middle of college, you come find me. You'll intern with me, okay? That's an order. Hear me?"

"Oh yeah. I came for a babysitting gig and I'm leaving with an internship?" I laughed. I was genuinely happy, even if I figured he'd forget by tomorrow—thanks, Uncle. I want that bad.

My uncle works in hospital administration. Big stuff. Makes sense where the money comes from to keep up that lifestyle. I went quiet for a bit, chewing slow, thinking that if he actually remembered, it could change a lot for me.

Then he showed up, the little devil, spawn of the devil himself: Thomas. For the close ones—don't laugh—"Tommy." Dog name, but he lights up when they call him that. He's a cute kid, I won't deny: square face like his dad, tall for his age, three or four years younger than me. And slow as hell, poor thing. I'd seen the boy before, but memory wasn't helping. He's the type you look at and just wanna smack 'cause you can.

"Son, this is Jully. She's gonna hang with you while we travel, okay?"

He didn't even look up.

"Come on, Mom, seriously? You're leaving me with a babysitter?" He grabbed some juice, remembered his manners, and finally looked at me. "Hey, Jully?"

Right there, I saw the drama coming.

"Hi, Tommy," I took a deep breath to keep from laughing.

She took charge, practical as always:

"Jully, what we need is someone to run the house. The staff's on reduced hours 'cause we gave 'em time off. The schedule's on the counter—you check who showed up and if the work got done. Simple stuff. You got this?"

"Yeah, Aunt, I do," "Bossing around" is my hobby.

"For him, remember meal times, 'cause he forgets everything. And no friends over while we're gone."

"Like I even have friends," the kid grumbled, embarrassed.

"Anyway," she wrapped up, "Rubens'll take you to the office to sign your contract. I left a card with cash for house expenses and yours. When you get back, we'll head up and I'll show you your room."

I was shocked by how organized they were. This was way more serious than I was used to. There was a contract with job descriptions, duties, obligations. Pay was even higher than agreed, plus bonuses. Uncle Rubens did it all by the book, legal and everything. Rare to see. I skimmed the paper, barely understanding, and signed anyway.

He handed me two cards: one for the house, emergencies, and one personal for me to use if needed. Only rule: I couldn't leave without someone from the approved list staying in my place.

Then I went up with Aunt Katia to see the room. When I walked in, all I could think was Mariana there with me. The place was gorgeous. Huge. Bed so high it hit my belly button. The bathroom—get this—had a massive tub. I was mesmerized. Could live there easy.

"So, Jully, like the room?" my aunt asked.

"Fuck, Aunt! Staying here in this luxury, eating for free and getting paid? Too good! Holy shit!"

"Watch your mouth, girl. I don't want anyone hearing you talk like that here, got it?"

"Sorrrrrry!" I said, laughing and flopping onto the bed that felt like a cloud.

I'd gotten there super early and spent the day with them, learning the house routine and jotting everything down. Didn't even seem like they were heading out of the country. Everyone was super calm, everything timed, bags packed, docs sorted. If it was me, I'd be yanking out my pussy hairs from nerves.

Tommy barely showed. When he crossed paths with me in the hall, he'd give a crooked little smile and look away. Not sure if it was fear, resentment, or just shyness. At goodbye time, he popped up out of nowhere, hugged his parents, struck a pose like he was independent. Aunt Katia asked if I wanted her to bring anything back. Said she'd get me some creams. What I really wanted was an iPhone, but I chickened out on asking.

As soon as they passed the gate, I bolted upstairs to fill the tub. Sent a pic to Mariana. She replied with a thumbs up and kiss. I wrote, "Cut that out, come stay with me," and she: "Can't, my mom won't let me, it'd mess up your job."

Anyway.

I got the bath ready, stripped down, wrapped in a towel, tossed in the bath salts after reading the package—I'd never done that before. Closed the bedroom door, hand still on the lock, when the needy one decided to show up calling for me.

It was clear he was needy and annoying the second he opened his mouth. He had a slow voice, drawled like he was scared to look at me—kid had issues!

"Jully?"

"Hey, Tommy. Need something?" I opened the door still in my towel for the bath.

"You okay?" he asked, huddled in the doorway.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"Just wondering what you're up to alone..."

"Gonna take a bath... why?" I remembered I was the babysitter. "You taken yours yet?"

"No... I'll do it later..." he said, staring at the carpeted floor like he'd lost something there.

I sighed. "Then go now. I'll make dinner after. Like pasta?"

"Uh... not really. Can we order pizza?" He looked at the floor, almost apologizing.

In my head: Ordering pizza at home is like a once-in-a-lifetime event. When someone says they're ordering, we all eye the gate watching for cops, 'cause who the hell robs a bank to blow cash like that easy.

"Sure. You order."

I closed the door. Three little knocks.

"What topping?"

"Four cheeses or chicken with cream cheese." I blurted, trying to shut the door.

"Okay. Want stuffed crust?" he pushed.

"Any kind, Tommy."

"And the Wi-Fi? I can give you the password."

"Already got it, your mom gave it to me."

"Oh, right. And... you prefer regular Coke or zero?"

"Zero. Now go, Tommy."

"Alright. Sorry."

I closed it again. Silence. Another knock.

"Just to confirm... which card do I use?"

"The one on the kitchen counter."

"Okay. Thanks..." He paused, lingering in the doorway, then added, "It's just... I get kinda worried about my parents flying, I'm scared to death of planes."

Shit. My heart hurt. They'd told me he stayed just to game with friends.

"Tommy, why didn't you go with your parents after all?" I asked.

"'Cause I'm terrified of planes," he answered firmly, for the first time.

"And they know that? They said you stayed to game." I opened the door, leaned there in my towel, waiting for his answer. His eyes went from the carpet to my tits. "Explain this right and look at me, come on."

He choked on his own breath and laughed awkwardly.

"I said I wanted to game, yeah. My dad rides me when I admit I'm scared of something."

I just looked at him. Poor kid. His parents probably don't have time for him, don't even know the son they've got. That's why he's so messed up. But he's sneaky too, 'cause he was already eyeing where he shouldn't.