“I cover my boss with the blood of Jesus! No harm shall come to my oga!”
She would raise her hands dramatically, her voice echoing through the house.
“Every evil spirit trying to spoil his business will not succeed!”
Gabriel would always smile faintly as he walked past her without stopping. The moment he disappeared from sight, Georgina would hiss, folding her arms with a slight frown.
“I know one day you will notice me,” she muttered under her breath. “My oga, you must fall in love with me. Our names even match. Georgina and Gabriel.”
She giggled softly to herself.
“Georgina baby weds Gabby baby.”
Behind her, Erica would burst into laughter, unable to hold it in.
“Not only Georgina baby,” she mocked, shaking her head. “See, oga has standards, and I can tell you, you are not even close at all.”
Despite the rivalry, they all seemed oddly content with their competition. No one was truly outshining the others until one morning, Fiona walked through the door.
She was so strikingly beautiful that Erica, Georgina, and Joy could not take their eyes off her.
As Mama Gabriel stood before them, she introduced her calmly.
“This is our new help. Her name is Fiona.”
Fiona smiled politely at them, her expression soft and composed.
“Joy, please show her around,” Mama Gabriel continued. “I have already assigned her to handle the laundry.”
Once Mama Gabriel left, Erica stepped forward, her posture stiff with authority.
“My name is Erica,” she said, lifting her chin slightly. “I am the head in this house.”
She paused, letting her words sink in.
“And here, everybody respects hierarchy.”
Fiona nodded with a small smile.
“No problem.”
Erica leaned closer, her tone sharpening.
“You must not put your eyes where they do not belong. If you don’t understand, ask questions.”
Fiona maintained her calm smile.
“No problem.”
She was given her own room. Fiona could sense the tension and anxiety in the air, but she knew she was not a threat to them. She was simply grateful that Mama Gabriel had taken pity on her, picked her up from the streets, and brought her into her home. She made a quiet promise to herself that she would do everything possible to ensure she was not sent away.
She remained diligent, focused on her duties, and avoided unnecessary interactions with the others.
But one morning, as Fiona walked into the main building after Mama Gabriel sent for her, she suddenly ran into Gabriel.
He paused.
For a brief moment, he was taken aback by her beauty. His eyes lingered on her, studying her face.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Fiona smiled brightly, her voice soft and gentle as she responded, instantly capturing his attention.
“I am the new help,” she said.
Gabriel nodded slowly, still looking at her.
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