Page 2 of Unravelling The Beast

As she responds, I can hear relief in her voice.

"Are you free around 2 p.m.? I can text you the address.”

“Okay! I can do that!”

"Great! So I'll see you soon. Bye for now."

When she ends the call, I peer down at it with a big smile on my face, and she sends the address within a few minutes. I immediately begin to wonder if she was the child's mother, so I reread the email, hoping to learn more about the kid I will be meeting.

I quickly notice that it's a three-year-old little boy named Cree, and I smile.

“The perfect age.”

I get out of bed and head to my cozy walk-in closet and when I enter, I start looking for something smart but comfy to wear. I have an unexplained sense that these will be wealthy folk, so I choose black, which is always smart and sophisticated.

After choosing the appropriate apparel, I stroll to my bright, white en-suite bathroom, where I turn on my shower and undress. I step under the warm water and exhale a sigh of relief as the warmth envelops me, raining down on my dry skin and hair, quickly reviving me.

I scrub my sun-kissed skin and wash my long, dark brown hair before stepping out. I grab a white, fluffy towel from the rail and wrap it around my wet, nude body.

When I return to my walk-in closet, I sit on my vanity small plush stool, blow dry my hair, style it into loose curls, and then apply my makeup. I then continue to my clothing and slide into some black lacy panties and a bra before dragging my skin-colored stockings up my silky smooth legs.

I wiggle my black, high-waisted skirt up and over my curvaceous hips and pull on a white long-sleeve crop top before slipping into some tall, shiny, black, red-bottomed Louboutins.

I drape an oversized black blazer over my shoulders before gazing at myself in the mirror. I sweep my fingers through my long, thick, wavy curls, trying to add more volume, and then nod to myself in approval before taking my small, black Dior bag and heading into the bedroom.

When I grab my phone from my bed, I glance down at the time and see that I have only twenty minutes until I have to be there.

"Oh, fuck!"

I exit the house quickly and dash to myBMW.

When I'm positioned in my seat, I pull up the address from the text message and enter it into my GPS system, only to discover that it's fifteen minutes away, and I start to feel dread mount inside of me at the thought of being late for an interview.

As I finally get closer to the location, I start to relax because there is no traffic, and I pay close attention to the robotic woman's voice on the GPS as she directs me to my destination.

While approaching closer, I realize that my gut feeling about them being rich was correct, as I enter an area that's clearly for the extremely wealthy, and the houses are huge and fucking beautiful. I can't help but gasp as I stare in disbelief.

When the female robotic voice informs me that I have arrived at my destination, I turn towards a huge estate and come to a halt outside the gates. My mouth gapes open in amazement as I gaze at the house behind them.

I've been to a lot of mansions in my life, but nothing compares to this one. It is striking and unique compared to the other homes in the neighborhood, featuring remarkable, sharp and modern architecture with an eerie feeling of dark clouds looming over it.

I lower my window beside me and reach outside to press the intercom button. The same woman who had been on the phone with me before comes through on the speaker.

“Hey, Wren! I’ll open the gates now for you.

“Thank you!” I say it cheerfully with a smile, just in case she sees me on the tiny camera.

When I turn to face forward again, the large, black, spiked gates in front of me begin to open and I proceed cautiously up the long driveway until I am approaching the enormous structure.

As soon as I exit my car and close the door behind me, I notice a beautiful, heavily pregnant woman with long, golden brown hair approaching me with a broad, welcoming smile on her face.

I smile as we narrow the distance between us and extend my hand to her.

"Hello! Nice to finally meet you!"

She gives me a firm handshake.

"It's nice to meet you too, Wren! I'm Sara Hayes; please come inside!"

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