Saved and Saving: The Single Daddy CEO

Chapter Five

Blaiz

I only allowed myself a few hours of sleep before getting up and beginning preparations. To start with, I got everybody up and moving except for Dominique.

Anika, my cook, was put in charge of coffee and breakfast for everybody present. She was an older woman who had lost her husband several years ago. She has long gray hair that she keeps up in a tight bun and brown eyes that always hold warmth and kindness.

Once breakfast was out of the way, she would have the responsibility of packing up the perishable foods to be donated to the local shelters. The non-perishables would also be packed up, but those were to go with us.

Quayliah, my personal assistant, was put in charge of packing up my bedroom. She is close to my age and has straight black hair that is usually in a high ponytail. Her eyes are a pretty shade of blue, similar to the ocean, and her smile can make almost any man melt.

Uriela, my head maid, was assigned to help Quayliah. She is a little older than I am, closer to my sister’s age. Uriela is a brunette with dark brown eyes. She can remove any stain from any surface, and she never allows dust to collect anywhere.

Syrana, my housekeeper, was put in charge of Dominique’s bedroom. I knew she would get the job done quickly and quietly. She is also an older lady who I have known my entire life, but she looks way younger than she actually is.

Syrana was my personal nanny as a child, and I couldn’t just leave her behind. She was as much of a mom to me as my own mother, and I planned to offer her the nanny position for Dominique to help with the transition. Of course, that would mean offering Uriela the housekeeper position and so on.

Zahina, my other maid, was assigned to help Syrana, because she too has a light step. Zahina is Syrana’s niece. When Zahina’s parents were killed during a robbery, Syrana took Zahina under her wing and raised Zahina as her own.

To be honest, when you look at the two of them, you would think Zahina was her actual daughter. That is how closely they resemble each other with their wavy, flaming red hair and their bright green eyes.

Azamarr, my butler, was put in charge of packing up the bathrooms. He is the same age as me and Lydan. Azamarr’s eyes are a dull blue, almost gray color, and his spiked hair is black with blonde tips.

Ramon and Quentin, my personal bodyguards, were put in charge of packing up all of my weapons and theirs. Ramon and Quentin are brothers. Two years apart, but equals in terms of strength, endurance and capability.

Ramon is slightly taller with brown eyes and brown hair that he keeps in a short crew cut. Quentin has the same brown eyes, but his hair is a shade of medium blonde that he keeps long and often pulled back in a man bun.

I preferred to keep my jet black hair short with the sides tapered and a long fringe to add a little style. The ladies always tell me they could run their fingers through my hair for hours and still enjoy the silky smoothness of it.

Except for Quayliah and Azamarr, all of my personal home staff moved to the States with me when I relocated from France.

Azamarr came highly recommended by Lydan, who had befriended him while in college. So far, he has been proving to be a great addition to my team.

I met Quayliah at one of my apparel stores, where she used to be the head manager. She made such a good impression, I offered her a job as my personal assistant, and I haven’t regretted that decision.

While they all took care of their assigned packing responsibilities, I went to my office and had no problem keeping busy. There was a lot to deal with, and I had no time to waste.

Business was my second-highest priority. Since things had been set in motion to make things right for my first priority, it was time to move on to number two.

Contacting Lydan was of the utmost importance, so I started there by calling him first. It wasn’t quite five in the morning, so it took a few calls before he finally answered.

“This better be important. You know I need my beauty sleep,” he groggily mumbled from the other end of the call.

“It’s time,” I grumbled, feeling quite angry that it had actually come to this.

“What do you mean it’s time?” Lydan asked, clearly confused.

“Lysbrook Haven.”

“When?”

“Now for me. After the banquet for you.”

“I will handle everything here. You take care, Mon Amie,” Lydan responded before abruptly ending the call.

He knew if I called and said those words, I’d had enough, and it was time to take action. Just as I knew he was one of two people in the States that I could trust to handle anything business related on my behalf.

Not wanting anyone else to get word of what I was doing, I refrained from making any other calls and focused my attention on gathering any important documents from my office. It took me nearly an hour and a half to pack up everything, but it had to be done.

After carrying five locked bins from my office to the large garage downstairs, I joined Syrana and Zahina in Dominique’s bedroom. Zahina was packing up the last of the toys, and Syrana was almost done with the clothes.

I grabbed the change of clothes that Syrana left draped over the back of the desk chair, then I sat down on Dominique’s bed. As I gave his arm a gentle shake, I calmly said, “Wakey, wakey. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

He must have already been awake, because his eyes snapped open, then he eagerly asked, “What are we doing?”

“We are moving to our new home,” I informed him.

“Is it big? Are there lots of toys for me to play with?” Dominique asked, not even trying to hide his excitement. Then I watched that excitement leave just before he asked, “Will mommy be coming too?”

“No, mon petit nounours. Just you, me and the people we actually like to be around,” I assured him, earning me the biggest bear hug I’d ever gotten from my son.