5. Be my Cleaner

Lucy.

What was Mr. Christian doing at the hospital? And he looked so pissed off. It looked like he was scolding the doctor because he stopped the moment I entered.

That son of a bitch.  I almost got into an argument with Mr. Frederick this morning, because he wouldn't listen to me.  He insisted I continue to persuade Mr. Christian to accept his offer or I would sleep with him and if I deny, he would fire me and I couldn't let that happen. 

"How did you even get hurt like this?" Brandon Walked and sat next to me, watching as I cleaned the bruises on my knees. "I have asked her too, but she wouldn't tell me."

My mother confirmed, coming towards us with a green bowl with hot water inside, and a white towel.  She was going to use it to massage the areas on my legs where I had bruises.

I couldn't tell them what happened.  

 I had this bruised on my leg because of Mr. Christian.  He had dragged me on the floor without a care in the world, though I begged him not too. 

My mother would freak out if I tell what has been going on. It  was good I kept it to myself. 

"I slipped and fell when I went to give some files to Mr. Frederick. The floor was wet.

I lied

My mother glared  at me with a serious expression on her face.  

She gently placed the bowl of hot water on the brown wooden table in front of us. When that was done, she turned to me. 

"I have told you to quit that job, Raine. We can look for another job. That man is not worth working for"

She took my hands in hers and glared at me and the look in her eyes showed how much she meant her words. 

"You know what happened to your father. I don't want you getting into the same situation..."

She let go of my hands and looked at the bruises on my leg. "This is why you should leave his company ".

"Exactly why I should stay, mother.  I would not quit until he pays in  one way or the other for what he did to my father" I felt this fit of range within me. He has to pay.

"I'm strongly behind her, momma. How can a man be so wicked?  My father would have been alive today if that bastard had  done something" 

Brandon stood up agitated. 

"I'm just scared for you. What if he finds out about you and your plans?  You know how influential that man is. He would not use up to ten minutes to ruin us". My mother shook her head worriedly. But I was not going to give up.

***

It's been close to three days now that I have been going to and fro at Caspian Power, to see Mr. Christian but they wouldn't let me go in. I have sent them several emails, but none have been responded to.

One week out of the two weeks he had given,  had expired already and if he doesn't say anything this week, then I'm afraid Mr. Frederick might fire me and that's something I would not let happen.   I haven't seen him for a week, because I have been avoiding him and even his calls.

Luckily, the bruises on my knees and behind my leg had healed, though there were some scars on them, with time they would fade away. 

I was standing in front of my dressing mirror in my walk-in closet.  I was just from taking my bath.  I unwrapped the white towel around my body and kept it on the chair next to me. I replaced it with a white nightgown.  With that being done, I put my hair in a black hair bonnet and applied some facial cream on my face, before walking to my room.

I went directly to the apple laptop on my table.  Pulling a chair from the table, I sat on it and opened my laptop. I went directly to emails.  I checked the almost four emails I sent to Caspian Power yesterday and early today, but none has been responded to.

I huffed in frustration and leaned back in my chair, thinking of what to do next.  With my mind made up, I decided to send him one last message and if he didn't reply, then Mr. Frederick had better be prepared to pay his bills. 

Pulling the laptop in front of me, I clicked on the previous messages and opened a new page where I wrote an email and sent it to him.

After sending the message, I leaned forward and grabbed a glass of water on the stool next to me. I gulped in a good quantity and returned the glass. 

Aware that I was not going to receive a reply today or tomorrow, I went on to shut down the laptop, however, a notification popped on the section where I had the emails. 

I flexed my brows, wondering who sent the email.  My eyes brightened up when I caught sight of a new notification from Caspian Power. 

I chuckled as I clicked on the message. 

"Meet me in my office at exactly 10 AM, Lucy."

What?. The message didn't catch my attention but my name. I never introduced myself to him.

I continue to stare at my name, at the end of the message. How did he get my name? Did he run a background check on me? Because that's what rich people normally do.

Oh no! Did it have something to do with what I did at his company? Was he planning on putting me behind bars?.

I bit my lower lips as I responded to the message "Sure, Mr. Christian Seth Caspian, and thank you." Though my mind was battling with the thought of him putting me in jail.

I pressed the send button and was about to shut the laptop when I received another notification.

I blinked.  What's going on, he was replying too fast today. "Just call me Christian"

He replied and I nodded.  "Alright, Christian."

No other notification came after that, so I finally went to bed.

"Make sure to be a good boy at school". I pulled my little brother into a hug and then placed a kiss on his forehead as I was about to go to work. At exactly 10 AM I would be going to see Mr. Christian or Christian. 

"You should stop hugging and kissing me like that, especially in public.  Someone might think we are in a romantic relationship."

He pulled away from me. I just shook my head. He has never liked that, especially when a girl hugged him. It irritated him.

"You can't keep doing that. You will get married someday and all these things will happen."

My mother interrupted, walking towards me, with a smile on her face and a pink lunchbox in her hands. 

"I'm not going to get married and thanks for the advice.  On my way to school.  Stay safe and I love you all" he waved a bye at us and scurried out of the house. 

"I don't know what's wrong with him, Lucy.  He keeps breaking the hearts of girls at school and even around the neighborhood but he doesn't care, saying that he doesn't want to engage with any girl."

Yes, my little brother was a heartbreaker.  His principal had invited my mother  and I on several occasions to his school and complained about girls fighting because of him. 

Not like he would ask them out, but the girls would do and when he didn't give attention,  it became an issue. 

At just 20, he was doing just too much, with his looks. Tall, muscular, handsome, with thick dark hair and a few stumbles under his chin.

I wonder if Mr. Christian had girls gauging over him too. Ofcourse.  He must have a flock of them like sheep. He was just too handsome to be true.

Had it been he was  not rude to me on our first meeting, I would have complimented him 

because I like acknowledging good things.  

"Just let the boy be.  He might reconsider his decision, when the time comes.  Let him concentrate on his studies for the moment."

I pulled her into a hug and left after that.

I raced outside of Harrison  Journal and got into my car. It was 9:30 AM, so I made my way directly to Caspian Power. 

I arrived at the gate and I was hoping they would stop me from entering, but no one did.

"Are you Miss Lucy?"I nodded to a young lady, with blonde hair, big boobs, and a curvy figure.  Her lips were painted red. She wore a blue fitted gown, blue kitten heels, and a pair of blue feathering earrings 

Talk of class.

 "Are you with me?" She questioned and I blinked.

"Of Course."

"Good, follow me."

I got out of the car and followed her.  We took the elevator and went up, passing several floors. 

Soon, we stopped and got out of the elevator. 

"You can leave us, Ms. Juliette."

Mr. Christian waved at the lady that brought me in. She bowed and immediately left.

He looked calm and more collected than I saw him the last time,  though his deep and sleepy eyes held this dark aura in them.

"So, you are Lucy and you work for Mr. Frederick Harrison?"

He was dressed in a gray business suit today and it printed his arms so badly. 

 

His black hair was brushed behind as it glistened in the white light that illuminated his big office. 

"Y..yes sir." I answered, trying to keep myself together 

"Don't you know it's unprofessional, to keep sending multiple emails to a business partner and most especially to me. I hate them. If I don't respond, don't force it."

He leaned back in his chair, with a frown on his face, with his eyes not leaving me.

"I'm sorry about that" I curtly said. I should be the one angry here, given that he made me bruised on my legs. 

"You should be sorry for yourself and that shouldn't happen again."

He glared at me wickedly.  Was this the reason he invited me over?

"What were you doing at the hospital the day I saw you there?".

His question took me by surprise.  Why was he asking? 

Because I went to take care of the bruises you left on me. I wanted to say that but refrained myself. 

"Nothing, sir ". I said calmly as I looked at the window behind him, avoiding his gaze. 

"Oh, I see " he raised a brow and then leaned forward. 

"Since it's nothing, let's get to the reason why I called you here."

I adjusted myself on the chair, waiting for him to give his resolution. 

"You want me to give your company some time right?"

"Yes."  I quickly answered with a pinched face. Perhaps, there was some hope.

"Okay. I can grant you that, but there is something I will want you to do for me."

Oops! I didn't see that coming.  The fact that he was serious meant something. 

"What is that?"

I enquired with doubt

"I want you to work for me, apparently as a cleaner." He requested, with a sly smile on his face. 

What?

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