“Less salt”, Luther instructs from behind me.“It’s less than a pinch already”, I complain.“Reduce it”. He’s not budging so I obey and reduce it as he instructed.It’s been a week since the last breakfast I made him and we’re currently in the kitchen and I’m preparing his breakfast after I took the first meal to him and he told me to toss it away, then dragged me here to supervise me as I make a new plate. The past twenty minutes has been hell with him breathing down my neck and criticizing my every move.“The pot is too hot”“Reduce the fire”“Wrong spatula”“Not enough butter”These are a few of the many things he’s corrected. Some were honestly unnecessary and simply petty if you ask me, but yes, let’s indulge the embodiment of pettiness that is Luther Chapman.We’re on the sauce now and I’m quite surprised that we managed to get here. I somehow expected that we’d be here till night with him micromanaging my actions.I pick up the pepper and I’m about to sprinkle some in when his
I take Luther’s breakfast to his office and watch as he takes the first bite.“You approve?”, I ask immediately he swallows.“Yes”, he says. “I obviously have to, I basically made it”Asshole. I don’t comment though, I need to be on his good side to ask for what I want. “So, uh, I wanted to ask you about something”“What is that?”, he grumbles out as he keeps eating. Not really bothering to look at me. “I was wondering if I could be paid in advance?”That pauses him in his eating and he looks up at me, pensive.“May I ask why?”“I need to pay off some bills”“The bills can wait”“They really can’t”, I say and he ignores me.I sigh. “It’s an emergency”“What do you need the money for?”“Like I said, bills”“Not good enough”, he says gruffly, going back to his food.I try to come up with a way to convince him without letting it slip that I have a daughter stashed in the hospital somewhere.“I might need to get an urgent hysterectomy and I need the money for the procedure”He freezes for
“Sir”, I scream, running to his side. His face is wrapped in pain and his grunts are mottled. I try to shake him awake, confused and worried. The anxiety waving through me is not even letting me think straight.“Luther”, I try again, touching a light hand to his face. He grasps my wrist, squeezing it tightly as his expression turns even more pained. I can’t tell if he’s having a nightmare or if he’s having a seizure. I’m about to call out for help when he gasps in a pained breath, jerking awake. His eyes are disoriented for a moment as they glance around before settling on me.I see the confusion and then realization passes through his eyes. He lets go of my hand.“What are you doing here?”, he asks. His voice is croaky from all the pained grunting.“I heard you...from my room. I was worried”He ignores me as he tries to sit up. He still seems a little out of it so I help him up myself. He doesn’t throw me away like I expected and lets me help. We get him to sit on the bed.“Do you n
I’m in the hallway, sitting on a bench directly in front of Keila’s surgery unit. She’s been in there for seven hours now. I’m worried, I want to let myself scream and bawl, but I hold it in, assuring myself that surgeries are usually long and can be even longer. Katie and Emily have been by my side since after they wheeled Keila away. Katie hated that she didn’t meet up to see them take her away but she’d seen her in the morning before she had to pick up some things. I’m grateful for her company, she’s a silent support by my side as we both wait for news. And then there’s Emily. I know this is far from easy for her, considering that she lost her son not too long ago. She’s a strong woman, and she doesn’t know how much her strength encourages me.Katie hasn’t asked why Louis isn’t here, and honestly, I don’t want to know. He sent me a text, telling me he had to take an urgent trip and apologizing for how he couldn’t be here at the moment. He told me to kiss Keila for him. Kiss her! Li
Luther still thinks I had surgery. I hoped for a few more days with Keila even if I knew I had to go back to work on Monday. Surprisingly, Luther sent me a text, telling me that I could take the next few days off to recover. Again, the guilt of lying to him burdened me but I refused to dwell on it, choosing instead to celebrate the small win by staying by my daughter's side and pandering to her every wish.By Monday, I was allowed to feed her, and by Wednesday, I could now touch her, with my full costume of anti-infection of course. Keila still laughs at my blue coveralls every time, she says it looks ridiculous but I’m happy it makes her happy. Katie doesn’t have clearance to visit as freely as I do yet and I hope she gets it soon because I will be needed at work again and Keila needs someone by her side.I talked to the doctor and he told me he’d make arrangements so a nurse would be there by day with her and then I can come in the evenings after work. I agree, settling for it. It’s
I squirm, uncomfortable under Luther’s angry gaze.“What do you mean?”, I ask. He doesn’t answer my question.“Your incompetence is beginning to grate on me, Richards”, he says, gritting his teeth. I blink, confused.“You instructed me to get your clothes ready-““For an appointment, not a funeral!”, he cuts in, glaring at the clothes arranged on his bed.I finally take note of the fact that every piece of clothing I picked out is black, save for his shirt.“I didn’t realize-““Of course, you didn’t”, he cuts in again.“And”, he continues, picking up the suit jacket. “I dress in the closet. That’s what it’s for”, he says as he disappears into the closet, leaving me standing confused in the middle of the room.I hate how much he affects me. I hate how much his disappointment discourages me. Every time I do something, he ends up disapproving it which doesn’t help my state in any way.It comes to my mind that I have a daughter in the hospital who needs my help. I need this job and I’ll b
Unfortunately, life has it that no matter how much you hate a person for his behavior towards you, if you work under him, then you’re going to have to put up with it.I never wanted to be anyone’s underdog. I always hated employees who didn’t have a spine and always lay down and took it from their employees. Now, I want to apologize to them for judging, I understand better.Luther is dressed in a different getup than I prepared for him and unwillingly, I have to admit that it looks less “funeral-ly” than what I initially put together for him. He doesn’t say anything to me as he walks past me in the hallway.I’d gotten dressed a while ago and stood waiting outside his door, not planning to provoke him any further but he walked past me like I wasn’t even present.I sigh, following quickly behind him. There’s a car waiting outside the mansion. A man with dark unimpressive features stands waiting by the already open back door. Luther gets in and with a bow, he closes it behind him. I stan
The driver stops at a hotel that stands so tall and intimidating. I don’t get time to admire it because the driver immediately steps out to open Luther’s door. I get out too, walking quickly behind Luther in an attempt to match his pace. It’s difficult, considering that he’s very tall with long strides while I’m below average.By the time we make it into the elevator, I’m almost sweating from the exertion. I need to get my workout in if I plan to continue working for Luther. I have no stamina.While we wait in the elevator for our floor, I study the file Luther’s assistant sent. It’s information on the client we’re meeting and it keeps me occupied enough that I don’t register that it’s just me and Luther in this elevator. My roles are not many but significant enough that one fuck up could ruin this for Luther, whatever this is. I can almost feel her displeasure over having me handle this. She’s a perfectionist too and hates that she’s letting a rookie take such an important job. She e
The driver stops at a hotel that stands so tall and intimidating. I don’t get time to admire it because the driver immediately steps out to open Luther’s door. I get out too, walking quickly behind Luther in an attempt to match his pace. It’s difficult, considering that he’s very tall with long strides while I’m below average.By the time we make it into the elevator, I’m almost sweating from the exertion. I need to get my workout in if I plan to continue working for Luther. I have no stamina.While we wait in the elevator for our floor, I study the file Luther’s assistant sent. It’s information on the client we’re meeting and it keeps me occupied enough that I don’t register that it’s just me and Luther in this elevator. My roles are not many but significant enough that one fuck up could ruin this for Luther, whatever this is. I can almost feel her displeasure over having me handle this. She’s a perfectionist too and hates that she’s letting a rookie take such an important job. She e
Unfortunately, life has it that no matter how much you hate a person for his behavior towards you, if you work under him, then you’re going to have to put up with it.I never wanted to be anyone’s underdog. I always hated employees who didn’t have a spine and always lay down and took it from their employees. Now, I want to apologize to them for judging, I understand better.Luther is dressed in a different getup than I prepared for him and unwillingly, I have to admit that it looks less “funeral-ly” than what I initially put together for him. He doesn’t say anything to me as he walks past me in the hallway.I’d gotten dressed a while ago and stood waiting outside his door, not planning to provoke him any further but he walked past me like I wasn’t even present.I sigh, following quickly behind him. There’s a car waiting outside the mansion. A man with dark unimpressive features stands waiting by the already open back door. Luther gets in and with a bow, he closes it behind him. I stan
I squirm, uncomfortable under Luther’s angry gaze.“What do you mean?”, I ask. He doesn’t answer my question.“Your incompetence is beginning to grate on me, Richards”, he says, gritting his teeth. I blink, confused.“You instructed me to get your clothes ready-““For an appointment, not a funeral!”, he cuts in, glaring at the clothes arranged on his bed.I finally take note of the fact that every piece of clothing I picked out is black, save for his shirt.“I didn’t realize-““Of course, you didn’t”, he cuts in again.“And”, he continues, picking up the suit jacket. “I dress in the closet. That’s what it’s for”, he says as he disappears into the closet, leaving me standing confused in the middle of the room.I hate how much he affects me. I hate how much his disappointment discourages me. Every time I do something, he ends up disapproving it which doesn’t help my state in any way.It comes to my mind that I have a daughter in the hospital who needs my help. I need this job and I’ll b
Luther still thinks I had surgery. I hoped for a few more days with Keila even if I knew I had to go back to work on Monday. Surprisingly, Luther sent me a text, telling me that I could take the next few days off to recover. Again, the guilt of lying to him burdened me but I refused to dwell on it, choosing instead to celebrate the small win by staying by my daughter's side and pandering to her every wish.By Monday, I was allowed to feed her, and by Wednesday, I could now touch her, with my full costume of anti-infection of course. Keila still laughs at my blue coveralls every time, she says it looks ridiculous but I’m happy it makes her happy. Katie doesn’t have clearance to visit as freely as I do yet and I hope she gets it soon because I will be needed at work again and Keila needs someone by her side.I talked to the doctor and he told me he’d make arrangements so a nurse would be there by day with her and then I can come in the evenings after work. I agree, settling for it. It’s
I’m in the hallway, sitting on a bench directly in front of Keila’s surgery unit. She’s been in there for seven hours now. I’m worried, I want to let myself scream and bawl, but I hold it in, assuring myself that surgeries are usually long and can be even longer. Katie and Emily have been by my side since after they wheeled Keila away. Katie hated that she didn’t meet up to see them take her away but she’d seen her in the morning before she had to pick up some things. I’m grateful for her company, she’s a silent support by my side as we both wait for news. And then there’s Emily. I know this is far from easy for her, considering that she lost her son not too long ago. She’s a strong woman, and she doesn’t know how much her strength encourages me.Katie hasn’t asked why Louis isn’t here, and honestly, I don’t want to know. He sent me a text, telling me he had to take an urgent trip and apologizing for how he couldn’t be here at the moment. He told me to kiss Keila for him. Kiss her! Li
“Sir”, I scream, running to his side. His face is wrapped in pain and his grunts are mottled. I try to shake him awake, confused and worried. The anxiety waving through me is not even letting me think straight.“Luther”, I try again, touching a light hand to his face. He grasps my wrist, squeezing it tightly as his expression turns even more pained. I can’t tell if he’s having a nightmare or if he’s having a seizure. I’m about to call out for help when he gasps in a pained breath, jerking awake. His eyes are disoriented for a moment as they glance around before settling on me.I see the confusion and then realization passes through his eyes. He lets go of my hand.“What are you doing here?”, he asks. His voice is croaky from all the pained grunting.“I heard you...from my room. I was worried”He ignores me as he tries to sit up. He still seems a little out of it so I help him up myself. He doesn’t throw me away like I expected and lets me help. We get him to sit on the bed.“Do you n
I take Luther’s breakfast to his office and watch as he takes the first bite.“You approve?”, I ask immediately he swallows.“Yes”, he says. “I obviously have to, I basically made it”Asshole. I don’t comment though, I need to be on his good side to ask for what I want. “So, uh, I wanted to ask you about something”“What is that?”, he grumbles out as he keeps eating. Not really bothering to look at me. “I was wondering if I could be paid in advance?”That pauses him in his eating and he looks up at me, pensive.“May I ask why?”“I need to pay off some bills”“The bills can wait”“They really can’t”, I say and he ignores me.I sigh. “It’s an emergency”“What do you need the money for?”“Like I said, bills”“Not good enough”, he says gruffly, going back to his food.I try to come up with a way to convince him without letting it slip that I have a daughter stashed in the hospital somewhere.“I might need to get an urgent hysterectomy and I need the money for the procedure”He freezes for
“Less salt”, Luther instructs from behind me.“It’s less than a pinch already”, I complain.“Reduce it”. He’s not budging so I obey and reduce it as he instructed.It’s been a week since the last breakfast I made him and we’re currently in the kitchen and I’m preparing his breakfast after I took the first meal to him and he told me to toss it away, then dragged me here to supervise me as I make a new plate. The past twenty minutes has been hell with him breathing down my neck and criticizing my every move.“The pot is too hot”“Reduce the fire”“Wrong spatula”“Not enough butter”These are a few of the many things he’s corrected. Some were honestly unnecessary and simply petty if you ask me, but yes, let’s indulge the embodiment of pettiness that is Luther Chapman.We’re on the sauce now and I’m quite surprised that we managed to get here. I somehow expected that we’d be here till night with him micromanaging my actions.I pick up the pepper and I’m about to sprinkle some in when his
I haven’t seen Luther since breakfast. He’s been in his office since. I video called Keila immediately I left his office earlier. She looked very happy to see my new room and kept asking me when she can visit, I couldn’t break her little heart by telling her they don’t know I have a daughter and so I can’t bring her over, so instead, I told her she can come when she gets better enough to be discharged. She agreed. Hopefully, by then I would have earned enough for her surgery and would be out of here. I wasn’t going to tell her that though, the goal was to protect her precious heart from breaking.We talked for a while before I let her go so she can take a nap. I took my own nap too almost immediately we ended the call.When I woke up, I went to continue about my duties. I’m required to do Luther’s laundry and also clean his room. He’s anal about the positions of items in his room and how regularly it should be cleaned so I’m expected to make his expectations.He’s still working so thi