“Okay. I hope I’ll be seeing you around.”
Fiona smiled again.
“Yes, sir.”
Gabriel returned the smile before walking away.
From a corner nearby, Erica, Georgina, and Joy stood watching the entire scene. Joy’s brows furrowed, her lips tightening.
“What is she doing? Was she trying to seduce the boss?” she asked, glancing at the others.
Erica’s eyes burned with anger and jealousy. Oga Gabriel had never stopped to talk to any of them, but here he was, already smiling at this strange girl. Her jaw clenched as she stared in Fiona’s direction.
“I know this girl will be trouble,” she muttered to herself.
The next day, Fiona walked into the house carrying clean laundry in her hands. Erica immediately stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.
“Where are you going?” she asked, folding her arms.
“I came to keep oga’s laundry,” Fiona replied calmly.
Without hesitation, Erica snatched the clothes from her hands.
“I will take it from here,” she said firmly.
Moments later, when Gabriel walked in, Erica was already making his bed, carefully arranging the sheets as if she had done everything herself. She turned with a wide smile.
“Good morning, sir.”
Gabriel only gave a slight nod in response.
A few minutes later, Erica stepped out of the room, her smile fading instantly.
He did not smile at her. He did not speak to her the way he had spoken to Fiona.
The realization stung deeply, and anger began to rise inside her. In her mind, Erica had already claimed her place. Gabriel was only permitted to look at her, no one else. But this new girl—she was trying to reap where she had not sown, and Erica would never allow that.
That night, Fiona quietly stepped out to get some water. As she entered the kitchen, she froze slightly. Gabriel was already there.
“Good evening, sir,” she greeted softly, then turned to leave.
“Come on in,” Gabriel said gently.
Fiona hesitated, offering a small smile.
“I will come back, sir.”
“No, Fiona, it’s fine. You can come in,” he insisted.
She nodded.
“Thank you, sir.”
She quickly took a glass of water, her movements hurried, and was about to leave when Gabriel called her again.
“Fiona, I don’t bite,” he said with a faint smile. “Stay a few moments with me.”
She paused, then slowly turned back. Soon they were both standing there, talking calmly—her voice soft, his tone unusually relaxed.
From a distance, Erica stepped out and saw them together. Her heart tightened instantly, her eyes darkening with anger.
Who is this girl that wants to take what is mine? she thought bitterly. How can she just come in and take all the attention I have been managing to keep to myself?
Her jaw clenched.
Erica would not allow it.
That girl had to leave this house.
The next morning, Mama Gabriel came downstairs looking disturbed. She called out to all the girls.
“I am looking for my diamond necklace. I can’t find it.”
Joy cleared her throat before speaking, her voice careful but pointed.
“Madam, Fiona was the last person who entered your room this morning.”
Mama Gabriel’s expression changed immediately.
“Where is she?” she asked.
“She is still doing laundry,” Georgina replied.
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