Page 2 of Care: Part 1

"You know, you're the first caregiver that I didn't fire in the first two weeks," Miss Paola stated.

"Let's get you to bed, and then I will see you tomorrow,”

Avelina pushed open the double doors to the penthouse before stepping inside. Miss Paola let out a groan as she followed the girl. They walked up the stairs and to the vanilla-scented master bedroom.

Avelina aided Miss Paola to her bed. Peeling away the duvet, she left enough space for Miss Paola to get under the covers. The woman seemed irritated because someone was tucking her into bed as she laid down on the sheets.

"Goodnight, Miss Paola," Avelina smiled just before switching off the lamp.

She then walked out of the bedroom, where she wandered back down the stairs and towards the front door.

Her shoes clattered against the marble flooring as she made her way back to the elevator.

John, the elevator operator, stood by the elevator, waiting for an attendant. The moment he saw Avelina, his lips pulled up into a smile.

"Avelina, how has Miss Paola been doing?" He asked just as she walked into the elevator. He already knew exactly where the young woman needed to be without having to ask; she had to go to the bottom level to get herself a taxi.

“She's been better," she answered him, a polite smile on her face.

When they made it to the lobby, the doors pulled apart, leaving her to look over the elegant building.

"Goodnight, Avelina.”

She sent him a small wave before exiting the elevator and strolling past the front desk. Avelina wandered out into the busy streets where heavy rain welcomed her with open arms.

When a yellow taxi suddenly came driving down the road, she quickly waved her hand, letting the cab driver know that she needed a lift. The man in the car pulled over in front of her. She quickly sped-walked to the cab before hurriedly pulling open the car door and getting in.

"Where to?" He questioned.

She told him her address after shutting the door with a sigh escaping her mouth. Sometimes, her job took a lot of energy out of her. Depending on her client, she would sometimes go home, feeling completely exhausted.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, she grasped her cellphone from the inside of her pocket before answering and pressing it against her ear.

"May I speak to Avelina Santos?" A man had asked.

Furrowing her brows, she couldn't help but wonder who it was. She also wondered what their purpose was for needing to speak to her.

"Speaking.”.

"Good evening, Miss Santos. I am Johnathan Miller, the CEO of HomeCare. I've recently received your file to see that you have gotten a 'Bachelor of Science in Nursing' degree, is that correct?"

Avelina nodded her head slowly before realizing that he couldn't see her.

"Yes, sir."

“I have a friend of mine who requires a nurse and caregiver all-in-one. I would love to speak with you in person about this when you are free. Does tomorrow sound okay?" He questioned.

Once again, she nodded her head nervously. There always seemed to be anxiety that loomed over her actions when she spoke to people that she didn't quite know.

"Yes, of course. I don't have to see my client until tomorrow afternoon," she informed him, thinking about Miss Paola.

"Perfect. I will meet you at 'Java Palace' at about ten in the morning.”

"Okay, I will see you there. Goodnight," she said just before hanging up the phone.

She allowed her elbow to sit on the space beside the window. Her finger graced her soft lips while she sat there waiting for the taxi driver to drop her off at home.

It didn't take much longer to pull up in front of her Row House. She paid the taxicab driver for the drive along with a tip just before stepping out and walking towards her front door.

Grabbing her keys from her pocket, she inserted it into the keyhole, where she unlocked her door and headed inside.