Wash the dishes

A knock on the door woke him from sleep.

He stood from his bed to check who was at the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged woman in a uniform and instinctively figured out that she was one of the housemaids.

"Good morning, Mr. George. Mr. Damon wants to see everyone downstairs in the next thirty minutes, please get yourself ready. Your bath has already been prepared and your breakfast will be served soon,” she informed.

He nodded and she bowed, before walking down the hallway.

He closed his door and went over to the window.

Never in his life would he have thought that he could become this rich overnight.

Twenty four hours ago, he was waking up from a water bed, but here he was, fully clothed in a woolen robe, waking up from the softest bed, with his bath already prepared even before he woke up.

He looked around the room in awe. It was fully decorated. There was an air-conditioner and it had another room with a closet of its own. The room had a TV, a table, a chair by the side, a couch by another end, and some other fancy things he could not even name. And to think that this was just the guest room.

He still did not know what Mr. Damon saw in him. There were a lot of doubts in his head, however he was grateful for how his boss changed his life.

As he remembered the first encounter he had with Rita last night, he could remember that she didn't look so happy to see him, talk more of getting introduced as her husband. Truly, he had not done much to impress her, but in his defense, he wasn't ready to meet her.

He wondered if they would get along quite well. He was going to show her that he was a lovable person, she wouldn't regret having him as her groom. He planned to win her heart.

He got into the jacuzzi - for the first time in his life - and it was so comfortable, he almost slept off in it. He washed himself clean and had to drag his body out of the bath.

He dried himself and picked one of the clothes that Mr. Damon had bought for him. A nice pair of black jeans with a pair of white sneakers and a simple shirt. Then a wrist watch and some deodorant.

He got down and found everyone seated in the living room, apparently waiting for him.

"Good morning, George!" Rita's mum greeted with a very bright smile as he joined them in the living room.

"Good morning, ma'am. Good morning, sirs. Good morning, Rita,” he waved to her as he took his seat. Rita only gave him a basic smile.

"Oh, please. Call me mum,” Rita's mum opted.

"Okay... Mum,” he smiled. He found it weird, but he kind of liked it. He hadn't had someone to call his mum for almost two decades now.

"You look great," Mr. Damon commended with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he saw how good they were on his body.

"Thank you so much,” he replied.

"Such a humble boy,” he heard Rita's mum say.

"It's alright. Now, just like I told you all yesterday, this young man here saved my life yesterday. My assistant planned to kill me by poisoning my coffee, but he stepped in and exposed the snake. It's a very long story. If not for the fact that I have a flight to catch, I would've narrated everything to you all. You can ask George to tell you the story later on."

"Oh my goodness! Thank you for saving my father, George. A million thank yous cannot be enough for what you've done for us. If not for you, we would've lost him, and it would've left us heartbroken. Thank you so much!" Rita's mum voiced all of a sudden.

"It is nothing, ma. Anyone in my position would've saved him too, because he's so good to us,” he smiled.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see that Rita herself wasn't fascinated by the achievement.

"Okay. Allow me to do a proper introduction. This is Mrs. Priscilla Peterson - my only daughter." He pointed to Rita's mum.

"This is Mr. David Peterson, my daughter's husband,” he introduced, pointing to Rita's father.

"And Rita here is my one and only beautiful granddaughter,” he turned to her, smiling with so much pride.

"Everyone, this is George. George Rayne. He was the person who saved my life yesterday. He was once my cleaner, but now, he's going to be my son-in-law. I want you all to be nice to him. I am aware that all of you were shocked when he was introduced as Rita's husband, but once you all get to know them, you'll see my reasons for my decision,” he said.

George felt an urge to use this momentum to chip in a good word for himself.

He cleared his throat before he began to speak.

Damon walked over to his granddaughter, he took her by her hand and gently brought her to George. There he placed her into that of her husband.

“I hope the both of you get along quite well.”

"We will, thank you so much, sir."

"All I want is for you both to get to know each other better. I can see a potentially blissful marriage blooming between the both of you. You'd be shocked to see that you both have a lot in common"

"They will, dad. I assure you that,” Mrs. Priscilla smiled.

"Good. I’m leaving for a business trip in Australia. I will be there for three months or so,” he announced as he stood up and took his briefcase.

"Two months?! That's a really long time away!" Rita argued.

"I know. But it's business. I need to make a couple of signings here and there, and it's going to take a lot of time."

"This is exactly why I always tell you to find someone to do all this stressful work for you."

"Don't worry. Two months will pass and I will be back. Besides, with your soon-to-be husband, you won't even notice that I left. You will certainly enjoy his company,” he said.

Those words didn’t sit well with her but she did not make it obvious.

"Goodbye grandpa,” Rita hugged them tight.

"Goodbye dad,” Mrs. Priscilla added, perking him on the cheek.

"Goodbye, Mr. Damon,” Mr. David said and they shook hands.

George stood up and went over to him.

"Thank you for this opportunity, sir. I wish you a safe journey."

"Take good care of my granddaughter,” he ordered with a warm smile at George, then he left the house. Everyone watched as the car left the compound.

The moment Damon was out of Sight, Priscilla turned to George, who was walking away, with a stern look, “hey where are you heading to?”

“To my room mum," he briefly replied.

"Why? Can’t you see how untidy the house looks or have you forgotten that you used to be a cleaner? Now go into the kitchen and wash the plates clean, you have five minutes to do that and your time starts now!” she ordered, leaving him in awe.