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Janet wanted to wear a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but Mariam had warned her that the sheikh wanted anyone working for him to dress smartly. So, she decided to wear a pair of black trousers and a white camisole and a black blazer. She finished her outfit with a pair of black shoes and then tied her hair up into a ponytail. She quickly made her bed and then headed out of the room.
The room Janet was staying in was down in the basement level of the house, where all the other housemaids had their rooms. Janet didn’t mind; the room was beautiful. It was bigger than her room that she used to share with her sister before they fled Corpus Christi. This new room in the sheikh’s house was furnished with a four-poster double bed, a dressing table and a closet. The bathroom was ensuite.
Janet headed out of the room, down the corridor and then up the stairs and through the door which connected the staircase to the corridor leading to the kitchen. She walked in and greeted the other maids and the chef. They were already awake and preparing breakfast for the sheikh. Janet left the kitchen through the dining room and then headed up the stairs. It was such a long trek from her bedroom to Sanaa’s bedroom, Janet thought to herself.
Janet knocked on Sanaa’s bedroom door before she walked in. She poked her head through. “It’s me,” Janet whispered. She walked in slowly. To Janet’s surprise, Sanaa was already awake. She was in her bathrobe, and her hair was wet.
“Morning. Have you bathed already?” Janet was surprised. Sanaa nodded. “That’s impressive. I have a six-year-old sister, and she doesn’t bathe herself without being woken up and having her bath run for her.”
Sanaa didn’t respond; she just walked into her closet silently. Janet followed her into the massive walk-in closet, which was the size of a medium sized bedroom. It was incredible. It was arranged into three sections, one for clothes, one for coats and one for shoes and bags. Janet stood there in amazement. She was amazed by the closet and by how independent Sanaa was. She picked out her school uniform and then looked at Janet. She dismissed her with her hand.
“Oh, you want to change, but you want me to leave?” Janet asked. Saana nodded. “Okay.” Janet turned on her heel and left the closet. She waited inside Sanaa’s room while Sanaa was changing.
Sanaa emerged from the closet a few minutes later all dressed in her school uniform: a white round-collar blouse and a blue skirt with white tights. “Sit down; I’ll do your hair,” Janet said to Sanaa as she gestured towards the dressing table.
Sanaa nodded and went to sit down at the dressing table. Janet walked over and picked up a pink handle brush from the table. She opened the drawers in search of a blow-dryer. When she found it, she plugged it into the socket and turned it on. She brushed Sanaa’s hair as she blow- dried it and made sure that it didn’t get too hot. When it was dry, Janet parted it in the middle and then tied it into two buns.
“You look adorable,” Janet said to Sanaa.
Sanaa stood up and went into her closet and retrieved a schoolbag. Then she and Janet headed downstairs for breakfast. Sanaa had breakfast by herself, according to the maids the sheikh had already left.
After breakfast, they headed out of the house. There was a black sedan waiting outside the house for Sanaa and Janet. The driver got out of the car and opened the backseat door. Sanaa climbed into the back and strapped her seatbelt on. Janet got in and sat next to her. “Thank you,” she said to the driver. He nodded and shut the door behind her. The drive to Sanaa’s school was about ten minutes.
“Shall I walk you inside?” Janet asked Sanaa. They had just parked outside the school. There were other cars parked, and parents were hugging and kissing their children.
Sanaa shook her head and got out of the car. “Have a nice day!” Janet shouted after Sanaa, but Sanaa didn’t turn or wave. Janet felt sad for her, walking into school alone without a parent hugging or kissing her.
“Let’s go,” she said to the driver after Sanaa had disappeared into the building.
“Yes, ma’am,” the driver replied. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. It was odd for Janet to be driven around in an expensive car. She had never even owned a car. She lived a very basic life.
Janet arrived back at the sheikh’s house around 9 a.m. She had about six hours until she had to go back to pick up Sanaa. She was going to use that time to clean Sanaa’s room, do her laundry and perhaps help the other maids with housework.
There was a black Range Rover parked at the front of the house. Janet eyed the car before she headed towards the front door. Suddenly the thick wood and glass front door swung open. Janet’s eyes widened.
“Oh, morning, sheikh,” she greeted the sheikh as he walked out of the house with a folder in his hand. “I thought you had left for work already.”
The sheikh knitted his eyebrows together as he walked past her. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a navy-blue shirt. He smelled good, Janet thought to herself. She caught a whiff of his cologne as he walked past her.
“I just dropped Sanaa off at school,” she said to him as she turned around and watched him walk away.
“Okay,” he replied without turning around. He had a very broad back. Janet could see the outline of his muscles through his shirt. He had long, strong legs to support his muscular upper body.
The sheikh stopped walking and turned around, making eye contact with Janet. Her eyes flew wide open. She had been caught, staring. She just grinned and waved. She turned on her heel and opened the front door. She walked in quickly and shut the door behind her. “That was awkward,” she mumbled to herself.
Chapter 5
Basil crossed his eyebrows as he watched Janet rushing into the house. He was amused by how Janet reacted to being caught staring at him. She had run into the house when Basil turned around. Basil shook his head and got into his Range Rover. He started the car engine and drove off.
He arrived at the office about fifteen minutes later. He parked at his spot, which was only reserved for him. He grabbed the folder from the passenger’s seat and got out of the car.
“Morning, sheikh,” the receptionist greeted him as he walked in.
“Morning,” Basil replied. He walked through the turnstiles. He went into the elevator and headed up to the eighth floor. Basil headed to his office when the elevator doors opened.
“Morning, sheikh,” Mariam greeted him as she rose from her seat.
“Any messages for me?” he asked as he walked past her and headed into his office. Mariam rushed in after him.
