Chapter 4

Ares' pov

"Let them begin," I said into the receiver and tossed the phone to the side.

I growled at the pile of work that stared back at me on the table.

Watching a stupid maid inspection was the least of my worries. But it's the job I need to do in person. My maid should be someone I could trust with.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I picked up the first file.

"What's this rubbish?" I growled and tossed the first presentation into the wastebasket next to me.

After going through a couple more files and thrashing them like the first, I threw my head back on the chair and my eyes landed on the large screen in front of me.

Just before I could look away, my eyes caught a redhead.

Well. I'd say she was beautiful but that wasn't what had caught my attention because I'd seen a lot of beautiful women in my long life.

What caught my attention was her bold stance and the way she stared at Jason while he briefed them about the inspection.

She was easily the smallest amongst all the other girls but while they cowered in fear and had their eyes glued to the ground, her gaze didn't waver as she looked right at Jason.

Unconsciously, my lips tugged upward a bit of a fraction and I leaned deeper into my seat.

Maybe watching the maid inspection wasn't so stupid after all.

"Move!" Jason said to the girls as he led them outside to the open backyard of the pack house.

His countenance was different but I didn't blame him.

The death of his girlfriend had been announced yesterday and even though I barely knew the woman personally except when I gave her orders through phone calls, I knew he loved her very much and was affected my her death.

My eyes went back to the redhead and just as she passed the threshold of the house, she looked right at the door where the camera was.

She tilted her head to the side as she stared right at me.

It felt like she was staring right into my soul and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

After what felt like an hour but was just a few seconds, she looked away and continued walking and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What was that?" I asked myself.

No woman had ever made me feel uncomfortable with just a glance like she did. 

It was always the other way around.

I didn't like this.

But I couldn't tear my gaze off her and I could swear I felt my dick twitch as she swayed her full hips to the center where they were meant to stand.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I growled.

Damn Stress.

Of course, it had to be it.

I was too stressed and hadn't had time to be with any woman, which was why my body was reacting to her.

"For the first round of this maid inspection," Jason started. "You're all going to do laundries," he pointed to the piles of clothes and buckets of water behind him. "You begin at the sound of the buzzer and end when it goes off again. Your work must be swift and neat. Any question?" He asked loud and clear.

"I have a question," the redhead spoke up and her voice was as soft as velvet.

"Yes?" Jason, who looked like he wasn't too pleased, asked.

"Why do we have to do a maid's inspection when you can just pick at random? I think this is a waste of time if you asked me," she said.

My eyebrows arched.

She asked her question with such confidence that even Jason looked surprised for a few seconds before regaining his composure.

"Are all of you fit to work for the Alpha?" Jason asked.

"The Alpha is all about competence. If they're working in the pack house as maids, it's because they're competent enough," she shrugged.

My smirk increased and I didn't miss the way she said "they" instead of "we".

"You seem to know the Alpha so well, huh?" Jason asked.

"Not personally," she replied easily.

Who was this girl?

Jason looked at her for a few seconds before looking away.

"If there aren't any more questions, you may begin," he said and the buzzer went off.

The other girls scurried to get started while the girl rolled her eyes and leisurely walked to the space that was left for her.

The girls worked with so much speed and I shook my head at their hipocrisy.

It wasn't a secret that people feared to work for me because of the rumor that I had a secret and would kill any staff that found it out, but they still wanted to be beree because of the fat paycheck and mouthwatering benefits of working for the Alpha.

My eyes remained glued to the redhead who was working at her own pace till the buzzer went off.

"Okay," Jason said after inspecting everything. "We move unto the next round," he announced. "In this round, you're all going to be cleaning rooms that haven't been opened in years," he told them as led them into the house. You begin at the sound of the buzzer and stop when it goes off. Any questions?" 

The redhead looked like she had something to say but balled her palms in fists.

She was really…. interesting.

"Good," Jason said when there no questions asked and led them to the rooms.

I minimized the screen so I could see every room at once and only put it back in full screen when the redhead was given a room.

Her nose was scrunched up in disgust as she took in the room and the first word that came to my mind was "cute".

"Get a hold of yourself," I muttered to myself and continued watching her.

Her pace had reduced even more as she cleaned and she would stop a number of times to catch her breath.

She sure was weak for someone so witty.

I didn't know when I jolted up from my seat as she was about to fall but Jason was quick to catch her.

I frowned as my eyes zeroed in on his hand that held her elbows.

"You don't seem so competent anymore," Jason said with a mocking smile after she steadied herself, which made my jaw twitch.

The cleaning continued till the buzzer went off and she had barely managed to finish.

She wasn't the fastest at the tasks but her work was neat and she worked with diligence.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and there was a firm scowl on her face as they were led back to the living room.

"Now, the final round. In this round, you're all going to make a special meal for the Alpha," Jason announced.

I saw the redhead's mouth fall open. 

What? She doesn't cook? This is getting more interesting.