“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.
Two days had gone by, and I was back in my crappy apartment, flipping through job brochures, scrolling through my emails, even reaching the ‘Spam’ folder and always peeping through the window, waiting for the mailman. Dominic had assured me that they would email or call me immediately if I had been accepted, but I had not received anything. I sat at my phone, pacing the room and staring at my phone screen, wishing and hoping to get an answer as soon as possible. I was hopeful through it all. As I scrolled through different things on my phone, I got a follow request from Sadie Evans. Maybe she was trying to reach out now that she had seen me? Maybe she wanted to be friends? I accepted the follow request and scrolled through her account. She was really married to that jerk and she was living the soft life. Sadie: Hey Humiliating Holmes!I ignored her message as I continued to scroll through her page, seeing the type of life she was living. Sadie: Sucks you didn’t get the job. Bett
The following morning, I woke up to my phone vibrating, seeing numerous missed calls from the same number that called me the previous night. I rolled out of bed and saw it was already past 10, meaning I was awfully late. Without having time to shower and brush my hair, I just washed my face, dressed, and left the house immediately. I walked down the road and was not able to find any taxi to take me to my destination. On other days, I would barely leave my house, and a bunch of taxis came flooding in, but that day, when I was already running late, nothing appeared. I continued to walk down the street until I finally found one and hopped into it. “Where to, miss?” the driver asked as I squeezed myself into the backseat that was awfully full. “27 Echo Street, Hall Mansion,” I answered. “Oh, so you’re the new one?” the elderly lady in the backseat questioned as she gasped. “New what?” I queried, feeling rather confused about what she was talking about. She just scoffed and then lo
“Why have you stopped working?” a male voice barked from behind me, causing me to jump. I turned around and saw Dominic standing behind me with his arms folded over his chest, wearing the angriest facial expression. I fidgeted with my phone and the cleaning supplies in my hands as I tried to come up with an answer. “What are you doing on your phone?” he questioned, sounding furious as he tried to peep at my screen. He saw a big image of him pasted on my screen, meaning I was scrolling through articles about him and whatever he had been up to. “Are you reading about me?” he continued to question. I just blinked at him. He was scary. It felt as if I had been sent to the principal’s office for doing something, and I could not bother lying, seeing that I had been caught. “Are you gonna answer me today, Homer,” he growled.I just simply shook my head, and then he walked away. I still could not shake the feeling about what he had done and how true it was.Was I ready to work for some
I followed him into the office, and I froze when I finally got a better look at the male who had been talking in the room. “Addison…” he said “Come this way.” the female quickly said as she pulled my hand to the other end of the desk. I walked towards the desk while staring at the man. I knew exactly who he was, and he knew who I was. “So, with the recent information and news that has been circulating the internet and social media, certain actions have to be taken. This will not affect you in any way, but we just need to ensure that whatever you hear, see or is done in this mansion MUST and should only stay in this mansion.” the woman spoke“Rebecca, try not to refer to my house as a mansion”, Dominic said in a low voice. “Are you even listening to me?” she snapped at me. I woke up from my daydream of staring at the familiar man and looked at this lady in front of me. She has ice-blue eyes. Big and round. The type that would make you confess everything you did and did not do jus
He finally left the room. I could not remember where I had seen him from, but the fact that he referred to me as Addison meant it was someone who knew me well. “What was Gary talking about?” Dominic asked as soon as the door closedGary… Gary… I stood there, quiet and still. The name was familiar, as well as the face, but I could not remember from where. Why was he asking if he should pass greetings and to whom? “Homer!” Dominic snapped me out of my daydream. “Sorry… what were you saying?” “What is up with you and Gary? Do you know him from somewhere?” Dominic questioned “Yes, I know him from somewhere. We have met before.” I answered “Will there be a case?” “A case?” I queried“Yes, don’t act stupid.” I was not acting stupid. I just genuinely did not know what he meant by a case. “No, there won’t be any case,” I replied, hoping that was the answer he wanted to hear. “There better not be any! I already have a lot going on. This is the last thing I need.” he groaned. I alre
Dominic immediately walked out of the room, leaving me there, too stunned to move. It was only my first day there, and he wanted me to stay over. Did he even trust me to be staying over? Did he have some evil scheme going on? Was he going to do something to me? I tried to continue cleaning, but each time I moved, I thought of his stupid ‘suggestion’ or ‘idea’. I then thought that maybe if I hurried and tried to finish everything else in about 30 minutes, I would get to go home instead. But I was trapped in his room for the next 20 minutes, first packing everything away and then laying his bed. Then, I finally got to mop and sweep the floor, as well as dust the surfaces. “Good evening!” a cheery female voice sounded from downstairs. It certainly was not Rebecca, nor was it Sadie. I carried all my cleaning supplies and peeped over the balcony, but I could not see anyone. Instead, I just heard footsteps. I left the room and walked down the corridor and then eventually down the stairs
That night, Dominic had ordered me to sleep in the very dull bedroom. The bed sheets were very itchy and uncomfortable, the pillow was very flat, and the mattress was so solid like I was sleeping on a table. Even my crappy apartment had way better things compared to the torture Dominic put me through. Because I did not have my pyjamas, I had to sleep in my threadbare underwear and wrap myself in the itchy bedding, hoping that if anyone were to randomly walk in, at least they would not see anything. On top of all of that discomfort, my brain was spiralling, still thinking about Ruby’s tiny and nude body, thinking I was Dominic. It was not that traumatising compared to the first time I set foot in this house. But, it was still something you would not want to see after being threatened for sneaking around. And the worst of the worst that also kept me up the whole night was hearing Dominic and Ruby going at it all night. The screaming, the laughing and the moaning… all the uncomfortabl
I remained seated, watching the mini-drama unfold right in front of me. “Okay, Homer, you need to get working,” Dominic said once he saw my eyes fixated on Ruby and Rebecca. I slowly got off the stool, carried my dirty dishes to the sink and then walked back to the tiny bedroom I was sleeping in. That time, I put my bag against the door so that if any of the perverted guards tried to come in, it would take some time before they finally saw my naked body. I felt dirty dressing up into other clothes without showering over the last 24 hours. But, I did not have much of an option. I knew the best thing to do was to get started on the work so that I could leave early enough and then have a shower at home. After dressing up, I slowly opened the door, peeped, and noticed that Ruby was no longer standing in the kitchen. Rebecca looked like she was telling Dominic something. But it was definitely something interesting because she was whispering. The only way to get to hear what they were d