03: Humiliating Holmes?

“Oh my, Humiliating Holmes.” the blonde laughed the second we made eye contact. 

“Humiliating Holmes?” Dominic questioned as his lips curved into a smile like he was about to burst into laughter. 

“Yeah, she was in my grade in high school.” she laughed.

Was that the same Sadie? The same one that tortured me and made me miserable all throughout school?

“Why, Humiliating Holmes?” Dominic asked as his smirk got wider and wider. 

God, this was more humiliating than walking in on them.

“It’s a long story. I should fill you in someday.” she continued to laugh. “Are you applying to be a maid?” 

I simply nodded. 

“Oh my gosh! Same.” she talked like one of those basic blondes in movies. “My husband has been on my case to get a job, and I am like, but babe, your salary is enough alone to take care of us.” 

“You’re married?” I questioned 

“Yeah, I got married to Jackson Evans. Remember the guy who was in the grade higher than us? Yeah, we got married 2 years ago.” she boasted as she waved her ring finger to show off her beautifully decorated ring. 

I nodded. I settled for nodding. 

Wait, so if she was married, then why was she sleeping with Dominic? 

“What about you? Did you get married?” she asked “I bet you she…”

“...Enough, Sadie!” Dominic groaned. 

“Fine…Guess I had better get going,” she sighed as she adjusted her mini-dress and tried to push back every strand of her hair out of her face. 

She still remained there as if she was waiting for Dominic to say something more, but his focus had already gone back to the application forms. Eventually, she turned around and strutted out of the office and closed the door on her way out. 

I looked back at Dominic Hall, who still had his eyes plastered on my application form. Surely, it was not that interesting to not hear what that lady was saying. To not even notice her walking into the office. 

I tried to clear my throat again to gain his attention, but he continued to look at my paper. I sat there quietly in my seat, thinking about how Sadie was married but cheating on her husband and also applying to be a maid when she had a well-off husband and really did not need the job. 

Dominic had finally broken the staring contest he was having with my application form, placed it aside, and then looked up at me. He was just staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes that also still scared me. 

“I am reading your application form further and further. It just does not make sense why you left Montana and came here,” he said 

“Oh… uhm… It’s a long story, but I guess for a change of scenery or something.” I answered 

“What were you doing in Montana?” he questioned

“Uhm…”

“Homer, can you try not to answer a question without saying ‘uhm’. It’s starting to get annoying and it looks like you’re not sure of your answers. This is part of the interview, remember?” he snapped. 

I nodded. 

“Okay, so what were you doing in Montana?” 

“Well, uhm… sorry. I was doing freelance.” I answered 

“Oh really? What were you freelancing in?” he queried 

“Uhm…” I started and watched him sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

While I sat across him cooking up a story, he pulled out a piece of paper and began to scribble on it. 

“I was freelancing in videography.” I lied 

“Ohh, really? Have you got any samples? Why did you leave it to come and be a basic maid?” he had all these questions. 

“Uhm… no, I did not bring any samples, actually.” I sighed 

“Why did you leave videography?” he was suddenly so eager

“Well, it was not paying enough, and I had a lot that needed to be sorted out,” I answered 

“Stable income?” 

I nodded.

“I work with words, Homer,” he said 

“Oh, sorry,” I replied 

“So you left for a more stable income?” he asked 

“Yes, sir.” I answered.

He nodded, picked up the paper again, and flipped through. 

“Have you ever been a maid?” he questioned 

“This is my first time.” I nervously responded 

“So what makes me sure that you will do a good job and not that you’re just here to get money and vanish?” he asked. 

“I believe I am hard working, and I am disciplined enough not to vanish, but I really need this cash,” I answered. 

He scoffed. He flipped through other applicants’ applications and then looked back up at me. 

“You’re very arrogant, you know,” he said. 

That was definitely a lie. I was far from arrogant. If anything, people claimed I was too humble; it sometimes pained them. 

“Busy marching in and telling me ‘I am hardworking and disciplined.’” he said as he mimicked my voice, which I found very offensive and annoying.

He saw my look of disgust and disappointment and continued to smirk, more clearly amused and satisfied by my annoyance. 

“If I were you, I would have just kept quiet and let someone else blow my own trumpet,” he smirked even more. 

Feeling irritated, I slowly pushed the chair back so that I could be able to get away. 

“Anyway, your arrogance and… I don’t know… ego? Yeah, whatever that was turned me off. I would have considered you but you’re just annoying.” he added on, but this time with a more serious face. 

I sat in the chair. I was desperate. I needed this job badly, and I was not going to let this man sit across from me and continue to insult me, but in the same breath, I was a doormat. 

“You need to learn how to be calm.” he continued to speak. “Like me, I don’t go talking about how good-looking I am. I mean, I know I am. I have always been since birth. I know my mirror does not lie to me, but I would not go around and casually talk about my looks.” he said, “But you, Homer, you’re very arrogant.” 

I slowly kept sliding the chair until I eventually stood up. You could see another cutting remark and snarky comment was loading from the way he watched me. I was just about to walk away when he cleared his throat, and I turned back. 

“You’re gonna want to see this,” he said as he pulled out a white envelope. 

“No, thank you.” I politely shook my head. 

“Trust me,” he said as he stretched out his arm to hand me the paper. 

I slowly walked back to him and stared at the envelope. I slowly picked it from him and tried to rip it open with trembling fingers. 

I finally managed to open it and pulled out the piece of paper. I unfolded it slowly with shaky fingers. 

“Oh my…” I gasped as I began to tear up.

It was just what I needed to see. The money that would be able to get me out of my troubles. The amount was something. Just even one month of working there would cover all my debts and unpaid bills. 

“I don’t know if you’ll find some other place that will pay you as much as that.” he shrugged. 

I stood there astounded, wondering if I was going to take this man’s crap for the money or if I would rather work elsewhere with a better boss for less money. 

“It’s up to you.” he shrugged again.