The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

“Giseeellllleeeee”, Lizzie shouted, happily, getting into the my one-room apartment.

I sighed. It was in moments like this that Lizzie managed to irritate me and I asked myself how I became friends with her.

I stood up from the bed and opened the window. I might as well just wake up because Lizzie was an unstoppable force and I was in no way an unmovable object.

“Gisele! I have great news”, she shouted, making herself comfortable on the one and only chair I had.

“Vas-y. Make yourself comfortable”, I muttered sarcastically, making Lizzie throw me her special death glares. “Sorry…”

“Okay, so… Oh my god, I’m so excited!!”, she said, squealing very loudly and happily.

“Will you tell me what you have to so that I can also be excited?”, I asked, a bit sourly, I admit. I was definitely not a morning person so her cheerful mood automatically made me sour.

“If you’re going to be a sour puss, I’m not going to tell you anything”, she said sullenly.

“Sorry, Lizzie. I’m so excited, I can’t wait to hear you news”, I cheered, even though it was killing me on the inside. Then I gave her a look that screamed “better now?” and sighed, pa**ing my hand through my hair.

“Okay, so remember how I said I was going to help you look for a job?”, she asked. I definitely remembered. It was like a week and a half ago and I was already even more broke. The only thing I had left in my fridge was leftover pizza.

I remember”, I said, leaning back on my small and

screamed excitedly, bouncing up and down

I asked, the day becoming

guess who you might be working with”, she

I asked,

would be huge!!! But no”, Lizzie answered in the

asked, getting impatient. Well, told you I

Slate Hendrick of the Quest Corporation.”, she said, jumping up and down, fully expecting me to

heard of the Quest Corporation but I have no

like you live under a rock”, she joked. I smiled, because by this time, I knew how Lizzie’s

and you’ll see”, she said, taking out

search him but cool,

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23 1989 in Harbour , Slate Kevin Hendrick is the only child to Whitney Hendrick and

to spend most of his time reading and

for Quest, an idea deemed stupid and unprofitable by most investors