Crashing wave

I stared at the email on my screen. Unsure of how to react or respond to it. My mind blank with frustration, and it didn't get better for me.

*Badoop*

"what the hell? ..." I said in shock as the email had completely erased itself.

My mind was blank, fully taking in what it had seen but it did not muster a single thought.

Emails do not erase themselves, they cannot.

*bling*

A tiny green box appeared in the center of my screen with random symbols sparkling across it. I did my best to quickly close it down but slowly one by one, another and another in colors of yellow, green, blue and red began to pop across the screen.

"No!.. No no no!! No~!" this was not happening! A virus, a damn virus in my laptop.

I felt my body trembling with frustration as a tiny grey lizard icon popped up and withered into a skeleton and my laptop died. It was just fully charged and all of a sudden its battery was blank and drained.

My hands trembled as I held on to both sides of the laptop screen, I had such an urge to toss this laptop into the ashes of the unlit fireplace and leave it there. However despite my violent intrusive thoughts. I let out a deep irritated sigh as I closed the screen and place it on the armrest of the sectional.

I used my right hand to comb my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh, closing my eyes tightly as I shook my head.

"Miss Ardensen..." I heard a voice at my left and opened my eyes to see a plate on a tray being held by an older man wearing all white.

"Ah.. It's that time already. Thank you Sir." I said as I accepted the plate as he placed it on the coffee table and quietly walked away.

He was our chef, the second chef I had grown to know. As much as I preferred my childhood favorite chef he was secretly executed for espionage. Spying on my father's plans for future company developments.

The new chef wasn't bad of course, he was quiet and made amazing food, however I personally found him dull and nonexpressive. I couldn't much tell if he was Italian or French, he had a strong accent and a long hard to pronounce name and I settled by calling him Sir, unaware if he disliked it or not. But I suppose with the money he was paid to live here aswell as cook for us he wasn't really open about his own thoughts or opinions. Personally I always thought that he liked art, I always seen him staring at the statues that my mother bought for decorations around the property, and the carvings left behind by my grandfather.

I released a sigh as I looked at the tray on the table. A sandwich cut into two triangles with tiny metal swords skewered into them to hold them together. Some lettuce, cheddar, tomatoes, smoked turkey, cucumbers, and some mayo and mustard. As a side their was a Greek salad, and to drink some ice water.

At least the chef isn't bland and boring, he served a varying variety.

I was eating my meal slowly while looking over the property. As I ate my sweet little Balloo had wandered on by to keep my company. He sat to my right and peeked out over the trees watching the slightest movement. And I would secretly slip him a bit of feta cheese, and some croutons from my salad, I wasn't supposed to interrupt their strict diet but he was just so cute and so sweet that I had to spoil him a bit.

As I continued to finish my plate my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I put my fork down and reached into my pocket, sliding the green phone icon and answering it.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

"What you up to right now are you busy?" said a voice over the phone.

"um... Not particularly no, why is something happening Leon? I'm just eating my lunch."

"Nothing much is happening but I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to come to the venue?" his voice was a kind type of insistent.

"I mean yeah... I could, I don't have any other plans for today."

"awesome I'll see you in... Maybe forty five? Oh and dress up."

"okay" I laughed

"I'll be there. Bye" I said as I hung up the phone.

I took in another moment or two of the greenery before standing up and grabbing my finished tray. I know I didn't have to, there were plenty of servants who would come grab it. But I did, simply because I was able to. I brought it inside and all the way to the kitchen where I put it down.

Sir is there, standing by the white marble island with a huge bamboo cutting board. Skillfully, quickly, and elegantly slicing vegetables with a knife. I couldn't help but watch him as I put the tray down.

*chop chop chop shccchhk chop chop chop shccchhk chop chop*

Then there was silence as he stopped cutting and stood still.

"Miss Ardensen... Do you need anything? A snack? Or was the lunch I prepared not to your liking?" he said with his accented voice.

"oh... Um... No it's not that. Thank you it was very good." I said as I simply walked away.

I always felt a bit uneasy being around Sir, but I was never sure as to where those feelings came from. He wasn't particularly intimidating. He was skinny like a twig and up in his years probably in his forties. But something about him triggered an odd sense in me. I did my best to ignore these feeling while I headed to my room to dress. Leon told me to dress up so it was about time I open my wardrobe.

"let me see what's good." I smiled as I pulled apart my double doors to my walk in closet to behold my precious collection of luxuries.