"Well, this girl has always looked down on me. She even sassed at me when I came to tell her your orders," Marie answered honestly. They have shared their impressions of every service girl under their management."Yeah? What did she say?" The Manager stopped in her tracks to look at Marie amusedly. They were just a few steps away from her office door."When I saw her walking out of the office, I went to ask her where she was going," Marie paused and mimicked the same way Daisy spoke to her with arrogance."Certainly not looking for you."Sandra could not help laughing at how funny Marie looked. She crossed her arms and glared as she walked past Sandra just like Daisy did to her. Marie even swayed her hips as she stepped forward."I am not sure if she is still sane waiting for you inside," Marie turned around to see a beautifully smiling Sandra. "You always look way better when you smile."Marie is the eldest among their employees. Not that she is very old, but she is out of the servic
"He will do whatever he thinks is right to be done with you," Sandra lit a smoke and puffed its smoke heavily as if trying to fill her whole being with its smoke to blow it away after. The manager feels too stressed with this service girl. She brings money to the club as clients like her, too. But she is also a problematic employee. No matter how hard they train every one of the girls with proper manners and etiquette, she only uses them towards her clients. Daisy doesn't know how to treat her colleagues well and fairly. She seems to be in competitions all the time. Daisy doesn't like being inferior to other colleagues, especially to the ones who came later than her. She expects them to be below her level, but there is no standard for that because the clients will be the ones to decide about that, just like Trisha, who just came a few months ago but was in training until a week ago. The management offered her first service to Mister Vero to satisfy him, but they never thought he woul
That whole night, Daisy had thought of many ways to retaliate without using her own hands. She cannot be reckless this time. "If anyone is to be kicked out, it's not going to be me!" Daisy did not notice what time she fell asleep but with a smile on her face.Trisha woke up almost the same time Daisy dozed off.Trisha slept straight for eight hours, and she woke up with the sun already bright up. It wasn't the sunlight that woke her up, though, because the curtains on her window were thick and dark to let them sleep as much as they wanted or as much as they needed after a night at work. But Trisha likes to see the riverside facing her window whenever she wakes up in the morning, so she would pull her curtains to the side while enjoying her coffee or morning cereals. They are not allowed to cook in their room, but they can eat. She has a table by the window where she also sits as she studies. She took online classes as she cannot continue going to school every day with her job at Sweet
"Men are not allowed in our quarters," Trisha sprung up from the bed. She bit her fingertips in nervousness."I asked for the manager, and she walked with me as I sent you to your room, so don't worry about it," Denny calmly answered. Then he heard Trisha exhale a breath deeply.This silly girl was almost hit by another service girl last night, but she didn't even know it. She was so deep asleep Denny was worried she might not have awakened up by one hit, then that would result in her getting slapped again and again. That was the reason why he took her in his arms and brought her to her room. Now she is asking why he did that?! This silly girl needs to be taught a lesson. Denny was already thinking about a lot of ways to execute his retaliations."Thank you," Trisha timidly uttered.She was feeling helpless, but everything had happened already. What else can she do about it? She will just try to minimize mingling with other service girls to avoid giving the bullies a chance to play a
"Right? It should be considered as breaking the rules," agreed another one.Hannah, another service girl, was also having her meals quietly. The new girls may not know her well, as she is not mingling with anyone. She is an introvert. She is staying in the room next to Trisha's. In short, she is among the top-rank ladies in Sweet Haven. She has the same arrangement as Trisha, but as her client is a family man, she is labeled as a mistress. Because of that, Hannah does not entertain friendship with anyone from the service girls. She has been a victim of backstabbing, so she avoided every possible connection with anyone in their profession. No one will know who is genuine and fake. They all have the same mask of being friendly at first, but they turn to their natural self after they get to know more about your misfortunes.She had seen and heard what happened to Trisha, but she did not do nor say anything.Soon, many people came out of their rooms to cook and eat their meals. Even Sandr
He was already halfway to their meeting when he got a call from his assistant manager. He called for his personal driver so he wouldn't be too tired driving back and forth. He also needs to review more of the files before the meeting to ensure he hasn't neglected anything essential or crucial about their deals."Yes, Jenny?" Denny clipped the phone between his head and shoulder as his hands were busy holding the files when he answered the call."Boss, the airline's representative had an accident on the way to the meeting," Jenny did not beat around the bush. She knew her boss well enough not to dally."They have agreed to accept our proposals even with the formality of the meeting or having it done a little later," Jenny continued."It must be due to the cancellation of meetings for the second time," Denny replied, smirking victoriously."I believe so, boss," Jenny agreed. "They must have also seen the deal wasn't anything they could easily turn down as no one would have ever thought
Denny arrived back earlier than they expected. But since Denny had already organized his schedules to have his afternoon empty due to that canceled meeting with the airline representatives, he had nothing much to do. He asked Carl to take him to a shopping mall. He wanted to look around for what he could buy for Trisha.Yeah, Trisha again! He realized he could not win over his crazy self, for now, so he might as well indulge.Denny is a free-spirited person. He welcomes every possibility in life. A chance to grow, to learn, and charge them all to experience. So far, he can claim that he has learned a lot from every mistake and failure. They are what makes and molds him to be who and what he is now. Whatever is happening today will show its results tomorrow. And tomorrow never ends. If not sooner, it would be later. Right now, he just has to enjoy the moment.He walked into a shop for cosmetics. He noticed Trisha doesn't apply much of those that would enhance her beauty. How could he t
"Anything would do, but if you have bottled water, that would be perfect," Denny answered as he let his sight roam around."Right away, sir." The employee left and was back instantly with a bottle of water and a few brochures.Denny had a drink before he checked on the pictures with different designs. He was having difficulty choosing how nice all the designs were, page after another. The employee noticed Denny's dilemma, so he boldly asked for his opinion to be heard. He could tell the client could not choose which one is the best as they seem to have their own charms and uniqueness."If only I could have an idea of what she looks like, I might be able to help you choose which design would look best for her." He smiled timidly. The salesman was also aware that the man in front of him was not someone to mess with, judging by his respectable countenance. He was wearing a three-piece suit with a color that magnified his aristocratic features. He can bet his head off that his client is s
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi