All Chapters of His Disguise Servant : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Gian POVI sat very still, as I watched the Human Resource Manager slide back gracefully into her high-backed chair, behind the vintage wooden table. Miss Murphy, a middle-aged lady, wearing a gray suit, with her black hair pulled back away from her face in a loose bun.I kept my fingers crossed, holding my breath, waiting for the decision. It has been my dream to work in New York University, my alma mater, where my mom and dad also graduated."Sorry for making you wait, Miss Kasdeya... " she gave me a faint smile, and laid my resume on her table. She left me earlier to talk to the university president, Mr.Andrews, her expression was hopeful then, but now ... she looked more serious.I smiled back nervously, as I waited for her to continue. Still hopeful to get a positive result."Well, Mr. Andrews is very impressed with your resume. You were always on the dean's list ... Your participation in the university clubs and extracurricular activities are remarkable. Your volunteer work for

Gian's POVThe servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden.On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?"This section of the building is for women only."Well, that explains the peach-colored curtains and colorful vases filled with flowers. My eyes roamed around."Men are prohibited here," she continued, and gave me a warning look, as if I would bring a man here. That would never happen."There are separate areas for the men and bodyguards, so you won't run into them when you're here. But everyone eats at the dining hall, for the cook's convenience.""I see," I nodded, following her and dragging my luggage, "this place is very nice. Like

I cannot be late again.I ran through my house in my bare feet, looking in every nook and cranny to find my black sandals. I needed to have left the house twenty minutes ago to get to the school in time to pick up Rose as soon as school let out. I sighed to myself, knowing she's going to give me that look again for making her wait on me again.I was making good time today, I even wrapped up my latest chapter a whole hour earlier than usual, which only gave me false security in my ability to leave on time for once, but then my agent called to praise me for the new reviews my books had gotten online today. I didn't want to be rude, so I let her talk longer than I should have, and then now my freaking shoes are playing hide and seek.I decided I just didn't care anymore at this point, I'm already late and it's not like I'm getting out of the car, so why do I even need my shoes? I grabbed my purse from the kitchen table, slinging it over my shoulder, and then I pulled my keys off of the h

I fixed the sofa for Pedro to sleep on, then went down to check on Rose. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face when I peered in to see Rose curled up asleep against Logan. He was passed out too, his long legs hanging off the foot of her bed and his mouth slack. The sight warmed my soul, and further solidified my decision to not go to Castrum de Petra.I walked across the hall and climbed into my own bed, laying back on my pillows and staring up at the plain old white ceiling above me. Going back would be bad. I've spent way too much time pushing down those memories, only bringing them up when I write them down in my books. At first it was therapeutic to write about what had happened to me, of course, my readers all think it is an elaborate work of fiction, but I know the truth. It felt good to know that it was all real, and to put it all together into a book so that when my memory does begin to fade, I'll have that to fall back on, but now...Thinking about it now, all these years