CHAPTER TWO

Later that day

I was tired, completely spent. My head aches like never before, I stayed in my room until the noise downstairs died down then I came out and made my way to my father's room.

My uncle and his family moved into the house after my father died, if I am being completely honest they already started moving in little by little when he was still in the hospital under the guise of keeping me company and taking care of me

According to my uncle, it was the only way to make sure it remains in the family, unlike other properties that were seized as a result of him "embezzling the company's funds"

I walked through his closet, his scent lingered in the air and it still looked well arranged. Some of mum's things were still there the ones I didn't pack the last time I helped in arranging his room. I knew he loved Mama but I thought he would have moved them by now.

The clothes were mixed in with his own on the hanger, the folded ones were arranged in a very distinct way, he practically wore suit everyday but the colour play shows which one goes for which day. I remember hiding in this closet while playing hide and seek with him and Mama.

I went to his bed, the beddings soft and still more comfortable than mine, I normally don't feel comfortable sleeping in other people's bed but my parents bed has always felt more comfortable than mine. I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes and suddenly I felt relaxed, it was like being a kid again cuddled up between the both of them.

I could hear voices but I couldn't tell where they were coming from, I heard my aunt's voice and so many others I couldn't recognize, everything was all jumbled up in my head and I tried to figure out what exactly was going on.

That was when I realized that I had slept off in my parent's room but the real question was "who were all these other people?"

I opened my eyes to the chaos happening around me, different kinds of people were just going through my Dad's stuff, boxing it all up and moving it away from the room.

"What is going on here, what are you doing, who are you?" I couldn't help but ask

" Oh darling.....you are awake, I was just about to wake you up. Now that you are out of the way they can finally start doing some real work here" my Aunt answered all excited

" What work, why and Who are all these people?" I asked again

" Hmmm" she sounded exasperated "Where do you want me to start. Well...they are here to help me move these things to the basement, I am going to turn this room to my special room"

" What special room....there are plenty of other free rooms in this house why this one" I shot back at her already annoyed by her words

"Because darling....I want this one" She did a little twirl before she continued "Look at the space and the view, your parents sure knows what is good. This is the best room in the whole house and I want it besides, they are gone so why should I let this treasure go to waste"

turning back to the movers she continued " what are you waiting for, get moving" and the workers made for his closet

" No! stop!" I said at first in a calm tone but no one answered me

"Tell them to stop, I don't want them touching his things" I tried again, my voice a little higher this time but they all ignored me like I was invisible

Grabbing the figurine at the bedside table I smashed it on the floor and this time shouted with anger "I said stop!!!! all of you get out!!!!" I snapped "....get the F**k out of my father's room or I won't be responsible for what happens next"

I lost my cool but I knew there was more from where that came from. The workers stopped for a while some of them looking at me like I am crazy

"You do not talk to me like that" came my aunt.

I was ready to give it to her good but I knew better, I couldn't let myself go crazy yet

"Calm down Esta, what did you think will happen afterwards....this is not the fight we need to win" I thought to myself, I managed to contain my anger but I still couldn't get over the fact that strangers were touching my parents properties

"Just leave them to me, I will pack them myself" I said in a cool tone

" Why though, I mean they are already here they might as well do their job" she said not ready to give up, she just likes to get on my nerves

" Please...." I choked out "just let me do this I will have it ready by tomorrow"

" And what about the money I paid for this, how do I get it back?"

" I'll pay you back...."this made her laugh and she murmured something like from where exactly

" You can deduct the amount from my next salary" she looked at me for a while before finally agreeing to it, she turned to the workers and instructed them to come back tomorrow for the finishing touch and in a few minutes I was left alone

I fell to the ground and sobbed, my heart felt like it was about to fall out of my chest. It's been what...a week he died and a day after his burial. They really had no regard for him at all.

I went to the closet and brought down his suitcase and went to work, I know it's going to be a lot of work but I won't let any stranger touch any of their things. I felt so powerless at this point

I worked through out the day only leaving the room to get water and a sandwich. Daddy lived a simple life he didn't have much things, he believed in only getting what he needed even after his company became one of the best in the country.

This made packing his things easier however his books were a different story as he loved to read a lot but I made sure I didn't stop until I was done and carefully arranged them in the basement. Life from now on will never be the same but there's no turning back.

It's been two weeks since that incident and I had since gone back to work, I felt like an outcast in the whole company. I knew I would be the subject of the office gossip but I was not expecting them to be so open about it, making nasty comments and excluding me from team activities.

I was not given the information others were given and would always be reprimanded openly whenever I fail to deliver also I was given the worst projects to work on, projects that had nasty and unbelievably rude clients

I know you're wondering ''why not complain?" well who do I complain to my uncle? Dude didn't give two cents about me. They all say that it was because of my uncle's good heart that I was still working in the company

I got used to minding my business and doing my job quietly, I got used to working extra hours without pay and getting reprimanded for nothing, I didn't even complain.

You see while trying to ostracise me from the team I was moved to the far corner of the room, the thing is from my desk I can see who goes into the CEO's office and the conference room without even trying plus working extra hours gives me a valid reason to remain in the office when most people were gone so that was a win for me.

Today I just didn't feel like working, I felt like I was coming down with something but I couldn't take a day off my supervisor doesn't believe anything I say sooo here I am with a sore throat and an awful headache, feeling dizzy and miserable.

I went to the break room for a cup of water but even the water dispenser seems to be having a beef with me, the hot water setting wasn't working

"You know what f**k it, I'm going to get something for this headache" I shot a look to my supervisor's desk but as expected she was not on seat so I decided to send her a quick text to avoid her problems when she finally shows up cause it always feels like she is only on seat whenever I step out

I made my way to the elevator and without looking at where I was going to ended up head first to a wall, it can't be cause surely I know this hallways like the back of my palms and the wall was still like four steps away and I didn't even turn yet

that was when I saw the shoes the wall was putting on and it was an expensive one "You have got to be kidding me, my uncle will have a fit cause this must be one of his super rich clients" could this day get any worse

It all happened in a flash from hitting him to being dragged away by his security and me realizing that yes actually the day could get worse as I looked up to meet the cold eyes of the creepy man from the funeral, he wasn't happy one bit and those eyes up close was scary

"Sh*t" I thought as I quickly bowed and apologized profusely before running as far as I could, I stopped after I reached the toilet and took a moment to catch my breath and make sure I wasn't being followed. I would not be surprised if I was

"I'm in deep sh*t and why the hell did I run, wouldn't that make it worse? Uhhhh!!!"