"What kind of trouble do we have?" I raised my eyebrows, what damage did my sister do this time?

  "Based on these files, you seem to be the sister of Alliyah Bisson and not her." He pauses then back down at the files. "Your sister was having an affair with my father and she got pregnant. She left the baby at my office a few weeks ago."

  I laugh and shake my head. "She really out-did herself this time. I don't understand how I come in all this. You made me lose my job for a foolish reason. You could have easily looked through my documents and you'd see that I wasn't Alliyah, but no, you had to put the icing on the cake."

  "I understand you must be angry, but I had no other choice. You sister disappeared, she didn't come back for the baby."

 "You mean she abandoned him or her?" I knew Alliyah was a real bitch, but I didn't know that she would have sunk to that level, abandoning a child? Her new lifestyle really did change her.

  "It's a him and yes she did. Now my aim was to try and search for your sister instead I end up finding you." I found that weird because my sister was the one with more status than me, she was famous for all the gigs that she did, it would have been easier to find her than me.

  "I see. Well, unfortunately, I have no idea where my sister is, not a clue. I haven't seen her in years." I'd prefer it stayed that way too.

 "Do you have any idea where she might me?"

  "Didn't you just hear what I said? No, I haven't seen or spoken to her in over three years. I have no interest in where the hell she might. She could be in hell for all I care." I meant every word I said. She had torn my heart in pieces.

   "I see you have an intense dislike for your sister."

  I laugh, "Trust me, you will too when you meet her."

    "Well until we find her we still need someone to take care of the baby." Was he trying to tell me to take the baby? That wasn't happening.

   "Mr. Carter, I have no space for a baby in this apartment. I can barely even make it on my own with the money I have...I can't." before I could continue with my excuses the man in front of me spoke up.

 "I'm not giving you the child."

  I sigh with relief. I don't want the child.

 "But it would be good to have someone taking care of him until we find his mother."

  "What about your father?"

  "No, my mother wouldn't allow it."

   "Oh, so your mother is still with your cheating father, interesting." I always wondered how some woman stay with a man after he cheated.

  I could have never stayed with Dwayne after he cheated me on me. It would have driven me to insanity knowing what he did.

  I could never continue to love a man after he cheated.

  "Let's not talk about my family. I need you to take care of him." he didn't want to touch on the subject so I knew there was something he was hiding from me.

  "Didn't you just hear me? I have no space, no..." he cuts me off again. It seemed to be a bad habit for his, to cut off people when they're talking.

  "You wouldn't be staying here, you'd come live with me."

  "What? Are you crazy? I can't live with you. I don't even know you, I don't even know this child." My day was just getting weirder and weirder by the second. This handsome stranger was asking me to live with him and like the idiot I was, I said no.

  "He's your nephew."

 "And he's your brother, why don't you take care of him?"

  "Ms. Bisson, I have a billion-dollar business to run, I have no time for a child." So that's what Mr. Ryan meant. The man was filthy rich.

  I shake my head still not quite understanding all this, "I don't even know how to take care of a child. I can't take care of a child."

"You can learn."

   I shake my head. "You want me to learn how to take care of my sister's child, the same sister who ruined my life. Hell no!"

Her child, her responsibility.

  "I'm not doing it." I shake my head. "I'm not doing it." Taking care of this child would go against everything I stand for. Alliyah destroyed me, destroyed me so bad that I couldn't get back on my feet.

   "News flash Ms. Bisson. I can make your life hell, if you don't comply. Haven't I shown you how bad I can make it earlier today? Or do you need more proof? Perhaps I should call some of my friends at the employment agency?" I look at him in utter disbelieve. 

  The things people can do when they have money.

It amazes me how corrupt this world is.

  "Are you threatening me? Mr. Carter it looks as if you're blind. Look around, my life is already hell. It can't get worse than this." I assured him. I had a job I hated, a rent that was too expensive and a family I don't talk to.

  "Trust me, Ms. Bisson it can get worse and by worse I mean, you can end up on the streets. Now I didn't come here to argue. It's either you come with me or you lose everything, and I mean, everything." I flinched at his words. Handsome but cruel, that's exactly what he was. Forcing me to do something that I didn't want to do. Taking my life away from me if I didn't agree.

Bastard.

  The tears were threatening to come but I will not cry in front this man.

I will not.

I'm stronger than this.

I am.

  When I finally spoke, my voice was a bit hoarse.

  "Okay, I'll do it. It's not like you give me any choice."

  "Everyone has a choice, Ms. Bisson."

  "Really, is there really a choice? Because the other option is suicide."

  "Call it whatever you want."

   "I don't understand why you would want me, you said it yourself. You're a billionaire. You could have hired anyone you want yet you choose the person who doesn't want this job."

  "I don't believe a child should be taken care of by a nanny. A child needs family, someone to love and to care for it."

   "Love and care," I laugh while I said the words. "I told you, I hate my sister. Why do you think I'd feel anything less for her child?"

Why indeed?

  "It's a baby and everybody loves babies."

  I shake my head, "Apparently not my sister or else I wouldn't be here."

  Ignoring my statement, he spoke. "The baby's name is Henrique."

   I was a bit shocked at the child's name. My sister might have had some emotions after all.
"She names him after our father."

   Henrique Messi wasn't our biological father, but he had been the best father anyone could ever ask for. He had taught us to do everything. From learning to ride a bicycle to cooking. He had also taught how to live our life to please not yourself but others, but I guess my sister had missed that lecture because everything she did was for herself.

  I bet she left the baby in that office to continue her life as a model.

"You'll have to stay packing, the sooner you're done, the sooner we leave."

"Where do you live?"

"I live in Los Angeles, so we'll have to take a plane. Do you have a passport?"

  "Yes, I do," I answered. "But you live so far from here. I can't bring so many things on a plane."

  "Then don't."

  "But these are all my things and I want them." I need them.

  "I'll have the others transported down there."

  "How?"

  He looked at me annoyed. "I'm a billionaire, remember? It's possible."

  "Why would you even transfer my things down there if it's only until you find my sister?"

   "Woman! Make up your mind with what you want to do but for now, you only need the necessities. Anything else can wait."

  "Gush, I'll just take two suitcases then. I think that's the most I can have."

    "Carry as much as you want, it's a private jet no please hurry up. I have my work to get back to. The sooner we get to California, the sooner my life continues. Searching for you or your sister said has taken up a lot of my time."

  I didn't know what to say so I stood up from the sofa and walked to my room. When I closed the door behind me, I rested my head on the wall.

Was this really the best decision to make?

.......................

  "Ms. Bisson it's time to wake up, the jet has landed."

  I groan, ignoring the voice.

  "Ms. Bisson, the jet landed thirty minutes ago, Mr. Carter has been waiting for you in his car." The words speaker registered in my brain. I wasn't at work, I wasn't home. I was on a jet and I had fallen asleep.

   I opened my eyes, but I could barely see anything good because the glasses weren't fixed properly on my face. I took off the glasses and rub my eyes. After I finished I looked up at the air hostess, she wasn't happy at all.

   I mumbled a sorry and took of the seat beat then stand from the comfortable chair, but because of my muscles were stiff, I crumbled back down.

  "Are you okay, Ms. Bisson?"

  "Yea, I am. Just give me a second." I stretched out my right foot then lift. Holding on to the chair above me, I stand up without any problems. I quickly walk to the exit, knowing that Mr. Carter is not going to be too pleased.

   I walked down the step of the private jet. This was different for me. I've always flown commercial and we'd always have to walk through the connected pathway straight to the airport. But this was different. We were at an airport by the look of the place but there were only small plans and jets there. I guess this airport was a private one for domestic flights.

   A black Mercedes was waiting at the side of the jet. The windows were down so I could see the light brown eyes staring back at me. I quickly walked to the passenger side and entered.

   "I'm sorry, I was really exhausted after all that packing." Ignoring me, he pressed the startup button and the car came to live. He pressed the radio button and music started to shoot through the speakers.

   I was looking for the seatbelt when I felt something wet on my ears. I turned around to see my Golden Retriever.

"Hey, buddy. You scared me. You okay?"

   Grey used his tongue and licked me on my face. I laughed, "Okay boy, you need to behave. Mama has to but on her seatbelt." I turned my attention to my side, I picked up the seatbelt locking it securely.

  When Mr. Carter noticed this, he started to drive.

  Grey wasn't a big fan of moving cars, so he moved away from me and sat quietly in the back.

    I stared out the tinted windows of the Mercedes because I had nothing else to do and it is, after all, my first time in Los Angeles.

   We passed a sign which said, 'Welcome to Bel-Air'. As we continued to drive I admire my surrounding. The place was beautiful, everything we passed had rich written all over it. As we drove further into the city, the house just got bigger and bigger. I could help admire it all.

   This was a lot of everybody's dream, to live in a nice big beautiful house but not everybody can afford to live in such a high pricing community.

   Mr. Carter turn the car onto a road but there was no more house in sight, just tall trees. We drove in the secluded area for a few more minutes until I started to see a beautiful mansion. It was cream coloured and huge.

   As we drove closer I saw the mansion for what it was. Beautiful high arched gable windows, with balconies at what it seemed like, was each room.

   When we reached the gates, they opened automatically. As we drove in the I could see the mansion better. A cream marble fountain was sitting on the yarn. The yarn had strong rich grass and the flower arrangements were amazing.

It was elegant, a home meant for family.

Was Mr. Carter married?

   I shift my attention to his left hand which was on the steering wheel. There was no ring on it, but you can never be too sure. Married men these days didn't wear a ring much.

   Mr. Carter stopped the car and turned off the engine. Without turning to me, he opened his door and exit the car. I followed him by opening my door as well, after which I opened the back door to let out Grey.

I pat him on his head. "Come boy."

  I walked over to where Mr. Carter was standing, which seemed like a door. When I was behind him he pressed the doorbell. I became curious, wasn't this is house?

   The door opened and a lady in black and white uniform was visible. Her blond hair was fading to grey, she looked pleasant as she smiled at Mr. Carter. "Good afternoon, Mr. Carter. Welcome home." She turned and when she saw me the smile was no longer there, it was replaced with a scowl.

  With a reaction like that, I knew she disliked me, which meant he told her about my sister.

  "Good afternoon, Ms. Bisson."

  Trying to lighten the mood of the older-woman, I offered a light smile. "Hi."

   Ignoring my Salutations, she said, "My name is Cynthia Wilson, but you'll address me as Ms. Wilson." She opened the door fully, so we could enter. When we entered Mr. Carter walked away leaving me with his housekeeper.

  "Follow me, I'll bring you to where you'll be staying." As she walked away I noticed that I didn't have my things with me.

 "Wait! Ms. Wilson, my things are still in the car."

  "Mr. Bennett will bring them to you shortly." She said and continued walking ahead of me.

  With Grey at my side, I couldn't help but admire the beautiful décor of the house. A well-polished wooden floor with a white rug in the centre between the stairways which was at each side of the room. A Classic candle-style chandelier was hanging from the ceiling.

   Ms. Wilson went to the walked staircase and started walking up it. I tucked on my dog to follow me, it seems like I wasn't the only one who realizes the beauty of this place.

Maybe, just maybe it won't be so bad after all.