On top of that, I’d been laid off my temp position and was currently living off the little savings I had left.Īnd with no family that was close to me or willing to help me after years of no contact, I knew I was on my own. With the landlord of my rental about to sell, he’d only given me thirty days to find other lodging.
I needed a job, and the hours and pay-if I got this position-would ensure I could stand on my feet again given time.Īt the end of the month I’d be homeless. I also didn’t really care if that was true or not. What a sad, lonely life he must lead.īut the thing about rumors was you had to take them with a grain of salt.
I supposed you had to be smart as hell to be a millionaire and run a business.Īfter the accident that left him scarred, no one had seen Rofus publicly for that entire time.
He had been gorgeous, with short dark hair and blue eyes that seemed cold, calculating, but so very intelligent. Although he was only a decade older than my twenty-five years, I envisioned this crusty old man who was bitter at the world and failing in health from being shut in.īut I’d seen his pictures from before the accident as I scoured the Internet. But the thing about him was he’d been isolated and secluded for the last ten years following a car accident. Rofus Foxwerth was a multimillionaire business tycoon. I’d called last week and had the interview set up for today, and although I didn’t know much personally about the owner of the home, I’d certainly done research. I looked down at the newspaper that I held on my lap, the classified ad for the housekeeping position circled in red. I wasn’t going to lie and say I wasn’t nervous, even a little bit scared to go in. It was out in the middle of nowhere, thick trees surrounding the home, with a long, paved driveway like a landing strip. I sat in the back of the cab and stared up at the massive mansion.
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