MILES: "Grenada, I told you that I’m fine. I don’t need babysitting. If I’ve lived this long, survived a heart transplant, recuperating shouldn’t be an issue." "I’m just doing my job, Mr. Pierce. Besides, you signed an agreement to allow me to handle your health for life. Now, you’ve to follow my guidelines for six months, and you can fully go back to doing what you want." It was becoming irritating; after my heart transplant and successful discharge two weeks ago, everyone treated me like a fragile being. No one seemed to heed my instructions or follow my orders. I returned to find my security team tripled, and when I confronted my head of security, he claimed it was an instruction I'd given before the surgery. They made it seem like I had partial amnesia, as I couldn’t recall initiating numerous changes to my schedule, house, and staff. Not to worry, in a little time, things will return to normal. Meaning that many would lose their jobs. Did they think I had changed or something

MEREDITH: Stepping on the gas, I drove as carefully as I could, trying to beat the time. After a few red lights, a traffic jam, and listening to “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers ft Daya, I approached my destination. Still couldn’t believe that I was a terrific driver. I guess one's hidden talents come to light in times of distress. As I approached the driveway, my mouth fell open. The place looked like a fortress. What kind of office needed such a location, and what work did they do? I stepped out of the vehicle and buzzed the bell on the gate. “Hello,” a male voice answered. “My name is Meredith Tate, and I’m here for the interview.” To my surprise, the gate opened. I went back into my car and drove in. When I least expected it, I hit the second gate. This time, armed men were lurking around the perimeter, all alert like they were expecting a third world-war. To say that I was terrified was an understatement. The last time I saw this was in a movie. I wonder if the Pre

MEREDITH: Things didn't end well for me as I got home. Already the day had been annoying and overwhelming, coupled with the fact that I had to deal with that homeless-robe-wearing guy. My goodness! I wish a bottle of wine would take away the discomfort. Before I even found my keys, trying to reach the source of joy, which was the wine, an envelope caught my eye. The caption didn't fascinate me. It reminded me of the reason I had almost drowned myself in tears today. It read, 'Eviction Notice!!!' boldly written in red. There was no point reading the rest of the content because it wouldn't change a thing. So, I shredded it into pieces and dumped it. I took a deep breath and prepared my mind to get all the sleep I could for tonight because soon, I would be losing a roof over my head. It felt like the alarm started blaring as soon as my aching body found comfort on the bed, but it turned out that I had slept for a long time. I turned the noise off and wrapped a robe around my body to go

MEREDITH:My new boss was a constant source of irritation, a thorn in my side that I couldn't wait to be rid of once my debt was settled. Who would have thought that, instead of finding a job, I would end up paying off a debt? It was disheartening.He was impossible to deal with—laying down ridiculous rules, exuding pride, and always cutting me off mid-sentence, which was infuriating. But what could I do? I was stuck with him for the time being. Brandon reappeared to show me around the mansion.The mansion was undeniably beautiful, but it came with a multitude of restrictions. There were numerous areas I wasn't allowed to access. My routine became a familiar pattern: knock but don't enter Mr. Pierce's room, wait in the sitting room, and if, by some chance, I needed to spend the night, it had to be in a tiny room opposite his. And while there, I was to remain out of his sight. Did the man despise my presence that much?He treated me like I was a plague, but I held no ill feelings towar

MEREDITH: My heart raced as Isabel prodded about the incident with Mr. Pierce. "You called him a cleaner?" Isabel asked incredulously, setting the scene for the juicy gossip. The girls, except for Britney, were interested in knowing what happened between me and Miles. They said that he came back ranting and so angry that he fired an entire team. While she made the food, I thought of keeping them entertained. The house was so boring and deserted for crying out loud. They were lovely and we rapidly became friends. At least now I have a place to hide and pass the time whenever I am in the house. “I didn't mean to, though. I mean, he came out wearing a robe and looking like a cleaner instead of like Miles Pierce.” Lowering my voice, “and, he was rude,” I whispered. Isabel burst into a belly laugh. “No wonder you've been on his bad side.” Cutting in, “he is always on his bad side. Grumpy and moody all the time,” Lucinda added, smiling. By the time the food was ready, I was salivating