Chapter Eight

"Sir , your coffee is ready! Astrid said.

It is warm and sugar free just as you like it. "

Astrid was a maid in his house who was responsible for everything that had to do with catering. Ranging from foods down to water .

"She has worked here over twenty three years!"

Klara said to me as I stood on the staircase just analysing what was going on.

Although she seemed annoying initially, I was starting to enjoy her company.

My day had been boring but thanks to her , I was relieved of my mental stress .

She kept telling me stories of her childhood and how she grew up.

She also told me about all the tasks assigned to every maid or servant in the house .

She was very entertaining and I was starting to like her presence around me.

Klara 's mum , Joan Leonardo Barnes used to work as a maid in the house , after giving birth to Klara , she passed away.

Ever since then, Don Marcial Clinton took care of her as a form of appreciation for the good work and loyalty her mum used to serve him.

Klara's father , Santiago Barnes had also passed away two years ago after he was diagnosed with prostate cancer .

He used to be Marcial Clinton's right hand man.

Klara had attended high school and has completed college as well , in one of the most prestigious and expensive schools .

She was very brilliant and was now practicing business management at Business Associates of Clinton.

She was the assistant manager at the finance department.

Klara was elegant and good looking , of course!

She told me about her experiences with Clinton.

Their childhood memories and how they used to enjoy shopping together.

Actually, she was so close to him, she knew him better than anyone.

Klara was so lucky since she became the adopted daughter of Marcial Clinton.

She was not a maid after all but she liked to assist the maids while they carry out their tasks.

That is why she came changing my bed spreads and serving me some lemonades.

I now understood why she was not in the uniform of the maids. She was really cool to hang out with but I had not trusted her completely since a part of me refused to let out my indebt information to her.

She is a stranger and after today, I would not see her again.

I thought as I kept analysing the scene downstairs.

I admired her bravery, confidence and social nature.

She was one whom you couldn't resist.

"Teddy!"Clinton called out .

"Yes sir! "He responded in obedience to his call.

"Have you prepared the car already?

I will be going out in two hours time . "

"Yes sir! He said as he obediently left.

"Teddy has been his driver since childhood and has also worked here for twenty one years.

In fact, yesterday was his golden jubilee.

A small party was held for him to celebrate his hardworking and complete dedication to his job"Klara narrated .

Of course, I didn't need to ask since my informant was here, I thought sarcastically.

"Ma'am!" She called.

"That's too odd!"I said. "Just call me Liza and stop being too formal because you are not a maid rather a daughter of this family. "I told her patting her shoulders .

"I like to put myself in the shoes of others because I think I have reached this far thanks to grace.

Liza, I like doing this a lot, because everyone is special and unique in nature.

Okay Liza, it's time to go downstairs because the boss is waiting" She said with a smirk on her face.

"He doesn't like to wait!"She emphasized and I nodded my head and this time , less scared because Klara had assured me that, nothing will harm me over here.

"Being formal again, let's just assume that I'm your personal assistant for today.

Welcome to Clinton Empire, I'm your personal assistant for today!"

She said jokingly as we headed downstairs.

I still had my eyes on focus to defend myself if any harm were to happen.

As I walked down the stairs in a meridian pinky dress , leaving my hair to run down my shoulders, he turned into my direction and smiled.

"You look gorgeous!"Klara said as she walked by my side down the stairs.

She gave me the dress since mine was covered up with dirt .

She painted my lips red and applied some oils on my skin.

Oh God! I was just going downstairs and not an elegant party.

"It doesn't matter where you are, just dress to perfection because your appearance counts a lot in sights."She said while dressing my hair.

"You look beautifully gorgeous !"He held my hands and walked me down the stairs heading right to the dining table where several dishes had been served.

The aroma from the foods on the table had spread through the whole atmosphere as I felt my stomach churn.

Where was Klara? I asked searching around.

Why wasn't she here for dinner?

"I'm leaving!" She said, as she wore her bag pack and gave Clinton a peg on his cheek.

"Klara, but where too?"I asked standing up.

"My dear, I'm going on a business trip for some days, uncle has asked me to meet some investors and I need to do that as soon as possible .

See you soon and it was great having an encounter with you"She said giving me a hug.

I sat down as tension run through my body, the only one who clearly kept me company was going on a business trip and now, I was alone with him.

We were just two at the table but the dining table was stocked with foods as if a party was about to be held.

"I know you are wondering why so many dishes have been served, but don't worry, eat what you can and leave the rest to the maids and servants in the house , besides it is not a licit to have left over foods served to servants and maids in my house !"He said and cleared his throat .

"Enjoy your meal!" He said, as he called some maids to serve me.

The maids in the house were all lickspittle to his commands.

I quickly stood up as I felt uncomfortable and sought permission to leave for my house .

"Thank you for today, I'm grateful !" I said and began to make my way towards the exit.

"It's late, you might get lost, I can drop you off but please have some dinner before you leave. "Clinton said nicely .

I could not imagine eating with him alone as I did not have any special encounter with him.

It was half past eight and I knew my mum would be looking for me.

I had not stayed out this late before.

I was in a hurry to go home before she finds out that I'm out of the house and that too, at this hour of the night .

I didn't want her to worry about me and I didn't want her to question or scold me since my day had not gone too well.

"No need!" I said bluntly . "Don't trouble yourself for me, besides today has been a hectic day so take rest!"

I got out of the house and made my way through the woods to the bus terminal.

That alone took an hour and my legs were hurting badly.

As I reached the bus terminal, I tried calling my mum but my phone had run out of battery .

What kind of struggle is this? I said with a devastating state on my face as I waited anxiously for a bus to go back home .

I regretted coming out from my cottage in the woods to look for employment in Felicidad City.

Felicidad City is one of the biggest in Zarish known for its manufacturing and employment avenues.

As I sat at the bus terminal, I realised that no vehicles were heading to Shay City .

I then burst out into tears .

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