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19: Sunday
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His Maid 20: VIP Guest
I froze. It was always about a guest when he would suddenly order me to clean up quickly. Was it Ruby? Was it Sadie? Was it Rebecca? Was it another female?We had reached the kitchen, and there was a slim and short woman standing by one of the countertops. She had an apron and a chef’s hat under her black outfit that looked like surgical scrubs. A chef? A caterer? Who was this special guest?“Homer, meet Winston, Winston, meet Homer.” Dominic said as he pointed around, “Homer, I need this kitchen squeaky clean as soon Winston is done with here.” He walked out of the kitchen, and I stood there, puzzled. I looked at this lady pouring things into a bowl, whisking them, and then running to another end of the kitchen to pick something else, then back to her gigantic bowl. “Hey, I am Harper Holmes.” I cleared my throat and tried to start a conversation“So, he also gets your name wrong.” she laughed “I am Ari Wilson.” So, I wasn’t the only one that had to deal with him calling me anoth
His Maid 21: No one special
“Wow! The house still looks the same. I can see you still don’t like to decorate your place.” he laughed as I could hear the clucking sound of his shoes on the marble floor. It sounded like they were now heading towards Dominic’s office. It meant that this special guest was someone close to him to casually carry him to his office. What if it was his lawyer? What if it was his brother? When I saw that the coast was clear, I tiptoed my way out of the kitchen and to my bag in that awful room. I pulled out my phone and rushed back to the kitchen. I searched ‘Dominic Hall’, and nothing apart from his business popped up. Maybe this guy was one of his workers from the office? I knew it couldn’t be his father because why would he call his father by his first name? secondly, the guy looked like Dominic’s age. As I stood by the countertop trying to decide who this special guest could be and how they knew each other, I heard the 2 men laughing in the office. I peeped and saw the door was s
His Maid 22: Setting Up
“It’s Harper, actually.” I quickly responded. I was not sure where this person was from or how they knew me to be calling me Addison, but I was not ready to deal with whatever Dominic would say. “Addison?” Dominic questioned as he looked at me and then back at his friend “Do you two know each other?” I stared right at the man. His face was nowhere close to familiar. I had never seen him, but he continued to blink at me as if he was matching my face to some random image he had in his head. “No sir, I have never seen him.” I quickly answered, hoping we would take his eyes off me. I did not want to be recognised by anyone. Absolutely no one. When he casually referred to me as ‘Addison’, I began to shake and feel uneasy. “I feel like I have seen you around, though.” he continued to stare at me. He even narrowed his eyes as if he was really trying his hardest to place where he had seen me. “Nope, this is the first time I see you.” I shook my head as I walked closer to him with small
His Maid 23: Come on, have a seat
There were still a few more pots and containers of food that needed to go to the dining room, and no sign of Dominic. I had to get them there somewhere before he entered the kitchen again to reprimand me, but after hearing what Dominic just said, I was terrified of going back there. It seemed like his guest was getting close to figuring me out, and Dominic suspected I was a potential criminal. “Nonsense…” Hale finally laughed the awkward silence away. “I would never be involved with someone like her.” Someone like me? “Well, I don’t want to see you interacting with her,” Dominic said. Why was Dominic forbidding his friend from interacting with me? Did Dominic have an interest in me and was worried his friend would swoop me away? Did Dominic suddenly think I was cute enough? “Why? I can’t even say hi or ask her how she is doing?” Hale wondered. I really hoped that their lunch and dinner conversation was not only going to be about me. There were other things they could have talk
His Maid 24: Maybe next time
“I think Homer has a few things of her own to get to. Remember, it is a Sunday. I must have pulled her away from whatever she was doing.” Dominic said while staring at me, hoping I would understand what his face was trying to say. I then looked back at Hale, who had his usual cheeky grin on. He was the complete opposite of Dominic. Hale looked like he had escaped his mother’s womb with a smile on his face, and other humans came out crying. And then Dominic, on the other hand, looked like he had never smiled. Hale raised his eyebrows, hoping it would entice me more. I looked back at Dominic, who looked even more cross. Part of me wanted to push it by sitting down to see how Dominic would react, but I just knew that if I pulled a crazy stunt like that, Dominic would not hesitate to fire me right there.“Homer, didn’t you say you had a sister to check up on?” Dominic asked “Come on, Dom. Just a few minutes. She can eat, sip some wine and then be on her way out.” Hale pleaded “Oh, I
His Maid 25: Who is it?
I did not sleep at all that night. I spent the whole night squinting at the message through the cracked screen, wondering who it was and what they meant by I couldn’t hide from them forever. It was about 7 am in the morning, so I decided to get out of bed, take a quick cold shower again and get dressed up. Maybe it was my landlord? Nah, of course, it was not him. I have his number saved. Maybe he changed numbers and was trying to reach out. But he usually just calls, and then he eventually comes all the way to knock on the door.I walked around the room as I got dressed up, thinking and wondering who could be the unknown number. I dressed while glancing and looking through the window every second. It felt as if someone had been watching me ever since I got that random message. After dressing up, I quickly packed up my maid uniform and spare clothes in my bag. Maybe it was Dominic? I rushed back to pick up my phone and compare the number Dominic called me from the previous day an
His Maid 26: Breakfast
But where would Hale have gotten my number from? I doubt Dominic would have given it to him, seeing that Dominic was very angry about Hale and even bothering to interact with me. I failed to eat my bread and jam sandwiches because my stomach began to feel queasy and make all these uncomfortable noises. I heard Dominic leaving the kitchen and heading to the dining room. “Homer, where am I supposed to eat?” he asked irritatedly. I placed my plate and mug of coffee on the coffee table in the living room and walked to the dining room. He was standing there, eyeing the table, as he sipped whatever was in his mug. “You better not be sitting and having your breakfast from there,” he said in a serious tone.“I could not find anywhere to sit and have my breakfast,” I replied “And whose fault is that?” he asked.Well, technically, it was his and Hale’s. When I set up the table, it was not that messy, but then I went home and came back to find the kitchen and the dining room a huge mess,
His Maid 27: Daze and Daydream
I stared right ahead at Dominic, who was as pale as a ghost. He did not blink, and he did not move or anything. He was just completely blank. “Dominic…sir?” I called out, hoping I would bring him back from his dazed state, but he was still too far gone. At a snail’s pace, I walked closer and closer to the desk, but he was still in a complete daze. It was as if I asked him the worst question possible. “Sir?” I snapped my fingers in front of his face as I called out again. He came out of his daze and then looked at me, confused, like he had just been hypnotised and the last few minutes did not make sense to him. “Sir, did you hear me earlier?” I asked “Yes, yes, I did. I am sorry.” he replied “What did you ask?” I looked at him in shock. Did Hale really get to him that much? Did he just remember something that happened? What was going on? “I was asking what Hale’s number is?” I sighed as I repeated. “Why are you asking for his number?” he asked back, finally able to retain more
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