AN: wow! I'm blowed away from the response I've gotten for this fic.
Also, I appreciate all your reviews. I barely get time to write these small chapters, I'll get to replying to your reviews... Someday!
BPov
First order of business, find that job. And then broach the subject with the 'rents.
I bid Angela goodbye and returned home. My mom and dad were at the Port Angeles hospital for my dad's check up. This was the prime opportunity for some job hunting.
I fired up the internet and started to look for jobs in the Seattle area. But nothing looked good. And the ones I did like wanted at least college graduates. My excitement evaporated. And I was just about to give up, when I found it. My perfect job. Or it's ad atleast.
Just at the bottom of the webpage, the advertisement said " required a young live-in housekeeper. Salary and other work details will be discussed at the interview. If interested, contact Mr. Whitlock at 206-222-5555".
I reread it a few times. I knew I could handle being a housekeeper. Might even love it. After all, I required pleasing someone, the owner.
As if in a trance, I picked up my phone and dialled the number. I didn't think about the fact that the details mentioned were too vague and as the police chief's daughter I should know better. I couldn't think about anything else other than the fact, that something about this whole scenario felt right. And that job was calling to me. So I answered it.
Just like the person with that number did.
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