Killing the engine off, Jack glanced at the rearview mirror to check her appearance, she slicked back her hair and made sure that she looked as ravishing as always and that nothing was out of place, her tongue darted out to moisten her dried lips, tasting the lipstick she had decided to apply that day: a bold black. Grinning at her reflection and satisfied that she looked as good as always, Jack hopped off her car, closed it behind her and started to walk up the brick walkway towards the front door, a bounce in here steps.
Energy was crackling under her skin, a shiver running down her spine. There was no way she could miss this big opportunity that had been handed to her in a silver plate, Jack wasn't going to mess it up even if she had no idea how the interview would go, she wasn't the type of woman who gave too much attention to the little details.
Her dark eyes roamed over the house that towered over her, a three story affair wich promised too much space for a family that consisted of three people. Jack wasn't going to lie, anyone would kill to live in a mansion like this one, in a such a prominent, nice and safe neighborhood, trees hiding most of the house from view and casting a long shadow. Jack wondered if the people who owned this mansion were as nice as their house. Only one way to know.
Running a hand through her hair, clearing her throat several times and adjusting her clothes,- no matter what people say, a book was judged by its cover- Jack took a deep breath, straightening herself and pressed a gloved finger into the doorbell.
After a few seconds, Jack heard the telltale sound of heel clacking on the floor, it didn't take long for whoever was behind that mahogany door to open it, the hinges groaning slightly. A woman in her mid-probably late- thirties stared back up at her with evident confusion, her eyebrows knitted together.
Time to land the job.
"Hello, my name is Jack Dane." She introduced herself, a grin pulling at her lips and she stretched her hand in front of her. "I called yesterday for the job you were offering."
The confusion in her eyes cleared slightly, nodding sharply. "For the maid one? I remember now." She said shaking her hand. "Come in."
Rosa Barreto stepped off the side giving her access to the house, Jack waited for Rosa to close door behind her and to led her to the living room, or wherever she wanted them to talk.
Click, click, click, click. What was with the obsession of people and wearing heels in their own house? Jack thought to herself absentmindedly, as her eyes meandered back and forth from the U-shaped stairs that connected with the upstairs to the superficial peruse she gave to the kitchen that looked like it was pulled from a magazine. Light poured in from every corner thanks to the high windows that didn't allow any privacy whatsoever, her eyes rolled up to the ten high ceiling and the expensive chandeliers that most cost a fortune, or maybe they were the painting that hung on the walls for everyone to gawk at.
No wonder everyone became a shade of green when they mentioned the Barreto family, they weren't short of anything.
"You can sit here." Rosa pointed at the chair lounge.
Plopping down, Jack folded her arms in front of her and turned towards her so they were face to face, there was nothing striking about Rosa now that she focused on her, her face was caked in powdery makeup, trying to appear deceptively younger and more appealing, her light eyes were rimmed by thick eyeliner and her lips painted a hot red. For the most part she looked like any high standing woman who was married to a very wealthy man who went to expensive clubs, gossiped with other spouses, attended charities and threw huge huge Christmas parties. Maybe she even had gone to an expensive college and probably had some weight in her husband's business.
