Not your typical baby mama

In the main house, three maids scurried after their master in fear. He was in fresh clothes but was carrying a washing basket! Why would he suddenly do this? Was he dissatisfied with their work?

"Get back to work!" He barked and scared them away.

What work could they get back to when their master was doing their job? The house fell into whispers. Why was their master acting out of turn? Are they getting fired? Zach on the other hand was silently complaining why the laundry room had to be on the other side of the house. He needed to get a washing machine in his room at this point than do this walk of shame.

"Huh? Boss skipped training because he's doing his own laundry?" Skull asked when Raphy reported to him after getting the gist from one of the maids.ReAd lat𝙚St chapters at nôv(𝒆)lbin.co/m Only

"That sounds unrealistic", Gomez commented.

None of them believed the whispers. Seeing is believing. So they went to the security room of the house and their mouths fell open.

"..."

All ten of them, including the three security personnel watched in shock as Zach stood leaning against the wall in sweat pants, a golf shirt, and flip flops, staring impatiently at the washing machine. As if he knew, he looked at the camera directed at him with a bone chilling glare and they all stumbled backwards. One of the security personnel grunted when he fell off the chair after receiving such a scare.

"T-Turn it off!" Skull shouted.

Zach on the other hand was scowling at the fact that the camera probably caught him throwing in his boxer. Was I obvious? He tried to remember the angle at which he shuffled it in. He was in such a hurry to get rid of the mess that he did not pay attention to his surroundings.

He did not know how much his own actions scared all of his house staff. And this was all Amy's fault. None of this would be happening if she was here. He would make sure she compensates him when he finds her. Yes, he's not giving up that easily.

Aside from the early morning mishap, it seemed the heavens were on his side when he received a call from George. It's six in the morning, what could possibly have happened?

"Sir! I've found A.J!" The man sounded like he was panting.

Zach abruptly stood up straight. "Say that again? Where are you? Come to my house immediately."

He hang up the call and marched out of the laundry room. "Margaret!" He shouted.

The woman appeared in seconds. She had been standing nearby with her helping staff in case their master calls for them and he did.

"Sir!" She slightly bowed along with her two helpers. They were responsible for the laundry in the house.

"Finish that up!" He ordered as he rushed out.

The three women sighed in relief. He rushed out of the room with his heart hammering in anticipation. He groaned in frustration when he remembered his boxer. Nevermind that they always did his laundry but this situation was different. It would be embarrassingly obvious why he was doing his laundry comprised of only his sheets and a boxer.

"Margaret!" He barked when he made a u-turn and hurried back to the laundry.

"Sir", the woman responded. Perspiration was already breaking out on her forehead in anxiousness from her Master's unusual behavior.

"Leave. I'll finish this myself."

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Are we really doing such a terrible job? Is he going to fire us? But it's such a high paying job? The three women started to kneel to beg for their jobs when they froze mid-way from Zach's next statement.

"Tell Edmund that George will be coming over shortly. He should let me know once he arrives. I'll probably be in here."

Does that mean he's not firing us?

"Do I need to remind you to move?" He arched a brow.

"No, sir."

The maids scurried off. Zach watched as his laundry spun in the machine. 'Amy, what are you doing to me?' he mused with a shake of his head. Not long after, Edmund, his Butler, notified him of George's arrival.

Zach instructed the maids not to touch his laundry before going to meet George in his study. He thought his stoic expression was not giving anything away, but his actions and words were too suspicious. Margaret and the helpers thought of the possible reason but dared not to dwell on that fact and listened to their master.

George stood up when Zach walked into the study and closed the door behind him. He placed a file on his desk the moment Zach sat down and began his report.

"He is currently in the Bahamas on vacation."

"He?" Zach's brows rose.

From when she communicated with him through her hacking skills, Zach had a hunch on who she could possibly be. He knew her identity was not so simple and the way she worked, he thought she could be A.J. But he was not sure so he had George look into it. His heart dropped in disappointment. This could have been a huge break through. George thought the man was surprised since no one ever knew A.J 's actual identity. So he proceeded to explain.

"Yes, A.J is a man. I was able to get pictures of him. They're all in the file."

Zach browsed through the pictures. A young man was smirking while possessively holding onto a ginger haired woman while she ruffled his ashy gray hair. There were more pictures and all were of him with different girls.

George observed Zach's reaction. He could tell the man was disappointed by what he saw. Although he, George, was impressed with A.J, his opinion changed when he saw the pictures. If only all men were like his boss; men who were devoted to one woman. He disliked womanizers but alas, one of his bosses just had to be one as well.

"What do we do about this, sir?"

Zach was silently staring at the information. His impassive expression did not give away his thoughts. He tilted his head to the side and impatiently rapped his fingers on the desk. George patiently waited on his boss. He knew a plan was brewing in his boss's mind.

"Did you include his contact details?"

"Yes, sir. An email, that's the only way to contact him."

Zach nodded before dismissing him but George still stood there. "Anything else?"

"Can I have the day off? I haven't slept in over 48 hours?"

Zach finally noticed the dark circles on the man. Who knew what George had been upto to get this information when he had been given five days and he returned just in time.

"Sure. Have Edmund arrange a driver for you."

"Thank you, sir." George breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave. He had only turned the door knob when Zach called him making him stop in his tracks.

"Sir?" He turned to find Zach still looking at the file before closing it.

"There's something else you need to do."

'Bossssssss!' George silently cried for the freedom he almost tasted.