LOGINI hiccup. Did my forty heads of thinking literally go to the waste bin? "It's... it's just juice, certainly everyone takes that..." I voiced out."Not me. Never like it." Words hung in my throat. A beat at hundred times..my heart counts down.I was too shocked to remember not to allow it show on my face until he raised the question, " why do you look disappointed? You badly want me to drink this?" I curse under my breath before looking up. "Of.. course not. I was just worried you would sleep on empty stomach,"A short laugh burst out of his lips. "Sleep on..." He stops, his eyes closes off only to get snapped open back again. "I am going. You, you should leave too..." In his room ? Going where? My inner eyes poke out of my skin, and I take every little details of his behavior in.His palm shields his forehead, his fingers trembles. His movements irregular.*Well, what did you fin
"Permission for what?" Does he know about my mission. My heart beats fast."To watch me eat." He shrugs. No reaction. Just a straight face. "I wasn't goi-" Wait, that's to my advantage. My eyes wander around the room. So unlike mine where cloths dance on the floor.I set the food down on the small table.I shot him a stare across the room, where he is drying his hair with a towel."A dryer would have been better and faster," I pointed out."It is not about speed always. Doing it like this takes some thoughts off my head." He responded without looking.I nod with pressed lips. "Sit." His next words came out sudden. My brows creased. His back is turn on me, how...?"Your standing there and looking around makes you seem like a pervert." He commented.My face flushes in embarrassment. He cannot exactly put it like so.I plush down on the chair without thinking twice.
The aroma of the food takes over the room. I stood in the kitchen, different ideas popping up in my head. I tail Vanessa to the dining where she served the food. She glanced back at me, "do you need anything,?"I go to shake my head. "Okay. I need to inform boss food is ready," she says and turn to leave.I nod, my mind far off. She was already climbing the stairs when I remember I was supposed to serve him. No, repay a debt. "WAIT."She stops. I inhale. She raise her brows quizzically at me. "Is something not in its right order?""Yes, my brain, " I blurt out."Huh?" "Nothing. Just...come back. I...will serve him." I gestured.She threw me a confused look then looked up the stairs, "sure? That would be nice " she squealed and hop off the stairs.I blink, "you seem excited like a five years old that just got her Christmas shoes."She chuckles. "Uhm, you...are done for the day, right?" I ask. "Yes, ma'am," she grins."Do you have any plan? Go out? Something else?""Asides sleep,
My heart leapt. What's up with how both of them are staring at me?"Like the kind of stare given when you are about to get betrayed," I comment in my head. But betrayal doesn't get through to my heart again. And this seems even more worse.When the staring got heated, I decided to take it on Vanessa, "what? You are not greeting your employer?" I whisper, and i could swear I see her stifle a laugh.My subconsciousness brushes it off again, "don't be mean" she moaned."Good - " she chokes on her word. "Evening, boss," she places weight on the boss word. Before my suspicious self could scrape off tweeny - bitsies of details again, "How is the hangover? Gone?" He questions, his voice strained. In a sweep, I looked at him, then back to Vanessa in a "is that question for me?" And she held in a laughter again. And that? It didn't help, it isn't. Only making me more anxious. Do I look like a fool today?"Well," she straightens
Angela's POV.I strut into the kitchen. Thuds from the cutting of carrots suffocates the air.I study Vanessa's knife movements...smooth, too fluid . Like she has been chopping carrots her entire life."Reason she is a chef," my second reverberates in my head.I chug a saliva, and rest on the wall. My arms crossed on my chest.Her head swerves back, our eyes meeting. She looks on, confused for seconds.. before something like realization hit her."Angela," she calls out before she could stopped."Why were you so shocked?" I draw a breath in, leaving the spot to pick one of the chopped carrot."Uhhh, it's been a while," she blurted.My eyes shoot up at her, the carrot going into my mouth, "it has only been a day,"Collarbones shoot out of her neck as she release a smile, "ah, really?" My gaze narrows, "you're acting weird today? What? Something wrong?""What could be wro
Abigail. .. The car pulls up in front of a tower. I shot an anxious stare outside, my chest heaving in my gown.The driver gets the door and I alights, weight shifting to my legs.I am not confident if this will work. If it doesn't, I'll have to suffer a lot. "I'll be back," that was more of a whisper meant to calm my nerves down. I move to the entrance where two men in black stood. They gave a courteous nod upon seeing me. "He is waiting for you." Although a little unsure of what lies ahead, I shot up my head, striding in my usual flow of elegance. If there's one thing I have learnt for twenty years plus of mingling with the wealthy, it's that how you carry your physical self decides if people's first impression of you would be good or the other way.I move towards another door where two buffed men stays. When I got there, it was quite an insult that they didn't bow or show any respect, just a stretch







