02: Close the damn door!

“Close the damn door!” the female who was in that room barked at me. 

With shaky hands and a fast-beating heart, I exited the room and closed the door. I was too stunned even to walk away. I just remained at the closed door as I felt the blood practically drain out of my body. 

What had I just witnessed? And what was that room about? 

“I asked you if you locked the door, and you said yes,” the male voice spoke angrily. Then, I heard things drop and make all these loud noises. 

I was too shocked even to address the faces that were in that room, but all I saw was two nude bodies- a male and a female. I remained at the door as I caught my breath, and panic and embarrassment began to fill my body. 

After finally cooling down a bit, I finally walked back to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down. I nervously bit my nails as I replayed that brief thing I had just witnessed. The disturbing and disgusting memory was engraved and embossed in my tiny brain. I bit each fingernail as the disturbing images replayed until I finished my nails and started to bleed, and was left to bite my skin. It hurt so bad, but weirdly, it calmed me and was better than thinking about those two naked bodies in that room. 

As I was deep in my thoughts, one of the doors suddenly opened, causing me to jump a little out of my seat. Then, I heard heavy footsteps. They were definitely not the same ones I heard when I was crouching under the table in the office. Those heavy footsteps went up the stairs while I remained in the dining room. I did not move at all lest I found more naked bodies roaming around in the house. Eventually, the same footsteps came back downstairs, sounding heavier and heavier with each step until I heard them stop.

“Follow me.” a male voice commanded from behind me, causing me to literally jump out of the chair.

This time, the male figure was dressed.  He had a plain black T-shirt on and plain black shorts.

Still shaking and panicked, I stood up nervously and pushed the chair back in. I was about to follow him when he turned around and held his hand out. 

“1 metre” he commanded as I took a few steps back to give him that distance he asked for. 

We walked into his office and he rushed over to his desk while he stared at his desk. I sat on the chair opposite him nervously while he continued to stare at the desk angrily. 

“Someone was in my office,” he grumbled as he looked at the folders, files and papers that I fidgeted with earlier. 

I panicked even more, wondering if he would figure out that it was me who touched his things and tampered with them. Maybe he would not know. Maybe he just paid attention to how he set the papers. 

“Someone was definitely in my office”, he grumbled even more once he sat down and noticed that the chair had been moved. 

Okay, so he was definitely one of those people who paid attention to even the tiniest bit of details. 

I must have moved it a bit when I was snooping through the documents or when I was hiding behind the desk. 

He began to pick up the papers and organise through each of them while fixing other things on the desk. He did not even seem to realise that it was inappropriate of him to be taking up my time for my interview by organising his office. 

After he finally organised his stuff, he eventually looked up at me and found me nervously biting my lip. I had nothing left on my fingers, so I had moved to my lips, causing them to become bumpy. 

“You must be…” he paused as he squinted at the paper. “Harper Homer.” 

“Well, actually it is…” I said before he held out his hand as if he was signalling me to shut up. 

I kept quiet while he went back to squinting at my application form. He flipped through the pages slowly and then looked up at me and then back to the paper. It was as if he was trying to match the given information with my face. 

“Here, it says you have worked as a waitress before.” he started speaking.

I nodded simply because I was still too traumatised to open my mouth and speak. 

“I work with words, Ms. Homer” he said

“Yes, I was a waitress before, and it is Holmes” I answered softly 

“You have to use ‘sir’, Ms. Homer,” he replied angrily. 

Geez!

I knew that it was definitely going to be a bad interview. He seemed to be in some mood. 

“Sir, it is Ms. Holmes”, I finally whispered. 

He continued to squint at the paper as if he did not hear me correcting him about my surname. 

I dared to clear my throat, hoping that would get his attention. 

“What?” he snapped as he looked up from the paper. 

“It is Ms. Holmes, sir.” I answered trying to be as soft as possible. 

“Yes, didn’t I say that?” 

“No, you keep saying Ms Homer” I answered, “sir.”

“I said Holmes” he groaned. 

I just nodded. I had to accept that he apparently said the right thing. He seemed like the type to get very upset quickly and then suddenly flip the table. 

“So, why did you leave your job as a waitress?” he asked. 

It was a loaded question but I was going to look for an easier and simpler answer that would help cut the interview shorter. 

Just as I was about to answer, I heard footsteps leading to the office. I paused while I waited for the person to walk into the office. I did not want to be interrupted while I was in the middle of my response. I assumed it was the next potential maid coming for her interview. 

The person opened the door and continued to model in with her high heels. Dominic looked up from the papers and his eyes stayed on the female that came in while I turned around to see who it was. 

My eyes landed on a familiar face. 

She gasped the second her eyes fell on my face.