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“Hello, my name is Janet.” She extended her hand for a handshake.
“Hello.” The woman shook Janet’s hand. “My name is Mariam, and I am the sheikh’s assistant. Come with me.”
“The sheikh?” Janet asked. She knew that she was there for an interview as a maid for a rich man but a sheikh?
She followed Mariam into the house. It didn’t matter too much who she was working for; she just needed money for her family to live decently. It had been three months of living in shelters and motels and working cash-in-hand jobs since she had escaped from Corpus Christi to Amarillo with her family. Her mother had gotten a part-time job at a diner in Amarillo, but it didn’t pay much. Finally, Janet had gotten a job interview as a housekeeper in Dallas. Her mother was scared for Janet, going to Dallas alone. She didn’t want her to run into anyone from the cartel, but Janet knew their usual routes and that they didn’t have any business in Dallas.
Janet admired the house as she followed Mariam. It was large and beautiful. From the front door, they walked past the stairs and took a right turn into the living room. Janet glanced around. The room was massive with high ceilings, marble floors and furnished with a U-shaped grey sofa with a black base. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling.
“The sheikh will be with you shortly,” said Mariam.
“Okay,” Janet replied. Mariam walked out of the room. Janet checked her reflection in the television to make sure that she looked neat. She had dressed in a yellow blouse and a pair of navy-blue trousers. She wasn’t keen on the color yellow, but her mother said it complemented her light tan, and it made her look warm and friendly. Janet had put her curly hair into a neat updo.
“Miss Gibson.” She turned around and saw a tall and well-built man walking towards her. He had neatly cut and styled jet-black hair and a rough stubble.
“Hello.” He must be a sheikh, she thought to herself.
“Have a seat.”
Chapter 2
Janet sat on the sofa on the opposite side of the sheikh with her right ankle tucked behind the left one. She had her fingers laced together. The sheikh leaned back in the sofa and sat with his legs wide apart. He was wearing a pair of grey trousers and a white shirt that complemented his physique. Janet was fascinated by the entire situation. She had never met a sheikh before; she had only seen them on the news. However, the ones she had seen on the news were older. This sheikh that was sitting in front of her was young, possibly in his mid-thirties. He had great bone structure and a nice caramel skin tone.
“I am Sheikh El-Masry,” he introduced himself to her. His voice was deep but soft.
“Hello, nice to meet you,” she replied.
“Let’s get right to it,” he said. “Have you worked as a housekeeper before?”
“No, but I have worked at a hotel for several months. My duties involved cleaning, room service and working on reception. I believe that my skills are transferable to this position,” Janet replied.
“If hired, you’ll be trained on how to clean to my standards.”
“That’s fine. I’m willing to take any training required, and I can assure you that I’m a quick learner.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-six years old.”
“Do you have a criminal record?”
“No, I don’t.” But I worked for a criminal organization, Janet thought to herself.
“I will run a background check, anyway,” said the sheikh. He was handsome.
“Okay, that is fair,” she said.
“Have you ever been fired from a position or given a formal warning?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“If hired, you’re required to sign a non-disclosure agreement,” he said. Janet was suddenly wondering if he had something to hide. “It is because I am a sheikh and because of that, people try to sell stories to magazines and newspapers. I need complete privacy for the sake of my six-year-old daughter,” he explained. Janet nodded.
“I would be willing to sign the non-disclosure agreement. When I worked in the hotel, I maintained customer confidentiality. Actually, I have a six-year-old sister. I am so protective of her, and because of that, I would never do anything that would bring harm to your daughter,” Janet replied.
“Mariam will be in touch with you regarding the outcome of the interview.” The sheikh rose to his feet. Janet stood up quickly and extended her hand for a handshake.
“Thank you so much for having me,” she said. The sheikh looked at her hand and then at her face, and then back at her hand. He placed his hand into hers. His hand was soft and warm. “I look forward to hearing back from Mariam with good news. If you hire me, I will work very hard and will not let you down, and I promise you won’t regret it,” she added. Janet was desperate for the job. She felt disappointed by the fact that the interview was so short.
