Devil Child

After five years with my girlfriend, we both decided to call it a day. Sure the sex was great, even terrific but other than that we had nothing in common.
So deciding to make a clean break of it I scanned the internet for jobs far away from here. I spotted one, sounded good money, in a booming town, so I gave the number a call.
After giving my C.V. over the phone and talking to the boss for about an hour, he offered me the job, providing I got there that day!
Frantic organisation followed and before I knew what was happening I was on a plane.

I was met at the airport, by a rather attractive blonde, whom turned would be my assistant. We had a brief conversation about the job, which although nervous about, thought I could handle. I asked the question of why my predecessor was leaving, after all the job paid well, the company seemed great to work for etc. Sam, my secretary explained that the guy, whom I was replacing, had personal issues and had turned to drink. The boss of the company was a strict teetotaller and wouldn’t tolerate his behaviour so told him to move on.

We arrived at the building, modern with state of the art everything. Sam led me in and to my new office and introduced me to Robert Cole, as the nameplate on the desk said. As per description the guy looked a mess. He brought me up to speed on the project that I’d be working on and started to clear his/my desk. I suggested we go for a coffee before he left for good, just to get his feel of the company and the area. “The company is great, the monies good and the area is terrific” he informed me. “You’ll have trouble getting accommodation though” he went on. (Shit I hadn’t thought about that yet, such was my haste in leaving). “Then why are you leaving?” I asked, making out I didn’t know about his drink problem. “It’s that dam bratt!” he mumbled before explaining that he had lodged with a mother of a teenage kid whom he couldn’t handle. The kid had basically driven him to drink and them apart. I sympathised with him and wished him well, secretly thanking his misfortune for my new circumstance.

Back at the office, the boss introduced himself and welcomed me to the “party”. Hew gave me a warm handshake and whirled out of the office. “You got somewhere to stay?” he asked as he left. “Not yet” I replied as he walked away. “Sort him something out Sam, getting accommodation around here is hell, at the moment”. Sam replied, “No problem” but had a worried look on her face. I crept back into my office and started to see what I had to contend with..

I was familiar with most of the stuff and could adapt to the rest, I thought, just as Sam came into my office. “I’ve managed to find you lodgings” she said in an almost apologetic voice, “You’ll just have to try them until we may be possibly able to find you somewhere else”. She handed me a piece of paper, with an address, “She’ll be expecting you this afternoon. The boss says it’s O.K to leave early and get yourself sorted”, she informed me. Well that didn’t sound too promising but beggers can’t be choosers.

I got Sam to get me a cab, gave the driver the address and headed off, with what belongings I had managed to grab. We arrived at a smart little house, on an estate. Didn’t look too bad? I paid the driver, made my way to the door and rang the bell. Boy oh boy was I in for a treat. Think Kim Bassinger but as a brunette, answered the door. She didn’t look too happy but was polite, showed me my room and asked if I would like supper. “Thanks” was about the gist of our conversation.

I settled into my room and lay on the bed. I must have drifted off until I heard a sharp knocking at the door. I opened it to be greeted by a wide eyed, ear to ear grin on a young girl, still in her school uniform. She was about 5’2”, long mousey hair and as slim as you’d expect a young energetic girl to be. “Suppers ready” she beamed as she took me by the hand and led me downstairs. “I’m Milly, I’m 13” she informed me. “Hi Milly, I’m Jack, I’m older than 13”. Again she beamed her huge grin as she led me downstairs, “I hope were going to be real good friends”, she said. (What a lovely little thing) I thought to myself (And so friendly).

As we sat and ate supper Brandi (K.B. look-alike) sat reasonably quietly. Milly, on the other hand, never stopped talking. Asking all about me. I’d explained about my previous relationship to which Milly quickly told me that her father had left her mother when she’d gotten pregnant and that her recent boyfriend had suddenly left, without explanation.