All Chapters of His Maid: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dominion Heights was a new company, according to Adam, but I had heard the name before. It was not the first time. After finishing my conversation with Adam, I went back to my crappy house and slowly packed everything of mine that I owned. Even if Dominic had paid me triple out of nowhere, I would not be able to keep up with monthly rent. Adam may have been somewhat understanding and was not too hard on me when I could not pay on time, but if the apartment were being handled by someone else, they would probably not be as understanding. Luckily, I was just a woman with a suitcase. I did not have many things. All I had were my suitcases, a few clothes and shoes. That is why it was important for me to find a place that was already furnished. When everything of mine was packed, I looked at my uncomfortably naked house and cringed. Even though I did not move into the house much, I still managed to make it homey during my stay, but now that I packed my things, every tiny sound echoed off

I had managed to pack up the remaining of my things and slept early. I thought about what Adam had said. Was he lying? Was it true that Dominic was the buyer? The dots were connecting but I did not want to believe Adam. He was just angry and miserable that he would also have to probably look for a new place or have to try and keep up with the expensive place. I woke up early the next morning and even before I could get showered and have my breakfast, I saw a van reversing towards our place and it had all the name ‘Dominic Hall’ sprayed all over it. Just I stared outside of the window, wondering if the van was mine or if Adam was serious about Dominic buying the place, my phone vibrated. I headed over and picked it up. “Hello?” I answered “Homer, my van should have reached your old place by now. Put all of your things in there and then come with it to my place so that you can get started on work.” He said and then ended the call. I had not yet showered or eaten and Dominic alrea

I had a feeling of what it could potentially be but I dared not to move. I heard another glass being broken and more footsteps. “Wilbur, there are 2 of them!” The guards yelled. I threw the uncomfortable sheets and blankets over my face and made sure not to move a bit. The door of the room I was in already had problems with staying closed and I worried that it could just be swung wide open. But in all that noise, I heard what sounded like people being beaten to a pulp and fights before hearing police sirens. I finally slowly pushed away the covers and walked to the bedroom door. I pushed away my suitcases as quietly as I could and then slowly pulled open the door, just enough to peep through a tiny space. “STAN! What the heck is going on!” Dominic asked in confusion as he wrapped a night robe around his body. I took it as my chance to open the door and also go and investigate the scene. So, I did just that and tiptoed out of the room. “There were 2 thieves in the yard, sir, but

I was utterly taken aback. I did not know how to react. Gary was back, and he had his mischievous smile on his face. It was as if he knew something that I didn’t. And I hated it when he called me Addy. Between him and Hale, hearing that name gave me chills, and the only difference was Hale was trying to remember if it indeed was my name, whilst Gary looked like he had some dirt on me. “Did you become deaf now?” he asked as he still had his annoying smirk on his face. “Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a minute.” I sighed “Anyway, I was saying it is so lovely to see you once again. Hope you have been great.” he said I nodded. I could not speak. I thought after signing the stupid contract that the first few days were going to be enough of seeing Gary, but apparently, that was false. “Is the big guy in?” he questioned “Yes, he is in his office,” I answered as I stepped aside for him to get into the house. He walked straight to the office without even bothering to pay attention to the cri

He kept quiet. It was as if he was trying to process what I had just said. After giving him my surname, I hoped he would finally retire the ‘Homer’ name he gave me from my interview and start using the correct one. “I am confused.” he finally spoke“Why are you confused?” I asked back. “Because what do you mean by this?” he questioned, feeling confused. Well, he would not have been that confused if he called me ‘Holmes’ or ‘Harper’ like everyone else rather than calling me by a totally different name. “Okay, let’s talk about this,” I suggested.“No, wait,” he said. He ran out of the room and practically ran down the stairs. He came back holding a paper. It appeared to be my application form. “Oh, this it just says ‘Harper’ as a first name and ‘Holmes’ as the last. How am I supposed to believe you when now you’re bringing in Ashely?” he asked. He called me by another name.“It’s Addison, and I dropped it when I was moving, and that is why you only see ‘Harper’ ‘Holmes’ with no ‘