Breakfast

Chapter 04: Breakfast

*Melissa's pov*

It was early the next morning and Veronica had cooked different varieties of meals. She had asked me and some other workers to set them on the dinning table. According to what I heard from the rest workers, Mr Brown and his fiancee would be having a breakfast together this morning.

So, the woman I met on the stairs yesterday was his fiancee? They were really a match, judging from the attitude.

I was dropping the last dish on the plush table when the infuriating couple came downstairs. My eyes acted on its own and I found myself staring at the fiancee. She was a brunette beauty, with a radiant fair skin that glowed from obvious care. She wore a loose shirt and her hair was left in loose waves that framed her face. From a mere look and you would tell she was from a wealthy family.

Mr Brown had a little smile on his face that appeared to be forced. He said something to her and she giggled. I pulled my eyes away from them before they noticed me staring. I was about to leave when I heard the fiancee's voice.

"Hey! Hey! Y'all should get back here," she roared. Me and the other two girls that had set the table turned to her at the same time. "I don't want this here," she said irritatedly, and we exchanged glances wondering what she was talking about.

"What are you talking about, ma'am," one of the blonde girl who was standing by my left asked her.

"Are you dumb?" She thundered. "I said I...we don't want the food on that table, take everything to the front porch. We need some breath of fresh air. Right, baby?" She said, turning to Mr Brown who had a bored expression with a smile.

"If that's what you want, Mia. Then, it's okay."

After he said that, he turned and started walking in the opposite direction.

"What are you still standing there like trees doing?" She asked turning to us and we immediately carried a plate each and started moving.

The blonde who had asked Mia the question earlier led the way to the porch. We got there and met Mr Brown already sitted with his usual aloof expression. He seemed not to be looking forward to the breakfast. Anyway that was his business.

I couldn't help admire the porch. It had a see through glass from which you can admire the beautiful trees and flowers in the compound.

"You, come here!" Mr Brown ordered me before I could leave with the other two guys. I moved to where he was fidgeting. What had I done again? He was about to say something when Mia arrived and took her seat before looking at me from head to toe. Their gazes on me made me feel so small.

"What are you still doing here? Of do you suddenly want to dine with us?" She asked, eyeing me.

"No, ma'am. Mr Brown called me."

She turned to look at him but he didn't look back. Infact, he acted like he couldn't hear us both.

"Baby," she called in a small voice, tapping him lightly, before he turned to her. "Why did you ask her to stay back? I want her gone, her presence would be disturbing," she whined battering her lashes cutely at him.

I looked from her to Mr Brown, waiting for him to agree and excuse me. If there was anything I wanted, it was to get out of there and from their presence.

"I want to punish her for not returning with my food yesterday," he finally answered, and I was left in shock. Didn't the fiancee tell him that she had met me on the stairs and driven me back before I stole her man?

"I..I was."

My word hung in my throat when a glass of wine was emptied on my face.

"You weren't asked to talk!" Mia yelled angrily with the glass on her hand. I stared at her in disbelief, my eyes stinging with tears. I used my hand to try to wipe the wine off my face, but she shouted again. "Dare you to touch that."

Fuck! She poured a wine on me and now she doesn't want me to clean it? They were getting into my eyes and it hurt. I lowered my head in an attempt to have them drip faster from my face. The wine and my tears mixed dropped lightly on the floor.

"You know I can always help you punish anyone, babe," she said with a smile, caressing Mr Brown lightly, who didn't say anything as he dug into his food. If what she did pleased or displeased him, he didn't show it. Why on earth would it even displease him,he would had done worse to me after all.

"Get out! I would call for you later," Mr Brown suddenly said and I quickly dashed out of the place, relieved.

I rushed into the room I was given in the maid quarter and slumped on the bed crying. What exactly did I do to Mia that she was adding to the frustrations I was already receiving from Mr Brown. I cried to my heart fill before I took my phone to check to know if my dad had called, but I still didn't see anything.

I haven't heard from him since yesterday and It was beginning to get me really worried. I had called him severally last night before I retired to bed but he didn't take my calls.

I was about to call him again when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly cleaned my face and got up to answer it. Maybe I was needed back in the kitchen.

I was more than surprised, No! Shocked to see Mr Brown standing outside the door. He was the last person I had expected to be the one knocking. My eyes darted around, searching for Mia but she wasn't anywhere near there. Had he come to give me the punishment? I stood there avoiding his face, my hands slightly shaken.

"I see you're lazing around when you're supposed to be working," he said sounding angry.

"No, I was just..."

The word died in my mouth when I couldn't find the suitable thing that I could say to him. I had been working since yesterday, woke up as early as 5am this morning and continued, and just a moment of rest and he concludes I'm lazing around?

"You can't deny it, can you?" He asked with a sneer and I shook my head, just wanting him to be done with his accusation so that I could go back to the kitchen. "Good," he stated. "Now you're not just going to be punished for starving me last but also for lazing around your duty."

I was still trying to process what he had just said before two guards approached and grabbed me, dragging me away. Where were they taking me?

"Let me go, please!" I cried, struggling to free myself from them. "Mr Brown please, I'm sorry!" I shouted wishing it would pacify him.

They dragged me past the main house and into a different building. It looked a bit old and empty. I kept crying in utter and thrashing my feet on the floor, but the guards didn't budge. My strength was nothing compared to theirs.

We finally got to a door and they paused, and I heard Mr Brown's voice from behind us.

"Stop," He ordered in a casual tone. I instantly felt relief, thinking I was finally free. "Take her to the other door."

At that they began dragging me to the opposite side of the house until we got to a dark hallway. I heard a door open and I was pushed inside, an eerie darkness welcoming me.