chapter-1 | work

I walked out of my bedroom sighing in disgust when I tasted the coffee, it was bitter and thick, and I had always wanted it sweet and thin.

"Who made the coffee?" I yelled and a maid who was about my age rushed to my room.

"Salsa did Ma'am, maid 5" she fidgeted her fingers nervously and was scared of what might she say.

"Fire her," I said calmly opening the daily newspaper and placing it on my lap elegantly. I had no time to ponder about bad cooks when I had so much going on already. I started reading it and the maid stared at me as if I was going to change my decision.

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The maid walked out of the room and reached the kitchen where Salsa was preparing the breakfast humming her favourite tune as usual.

"Salsa?" The maid called out.

"Yes ma'am?" She addressed her senior maid in a humbled manner which made The maid more guilty to fire her. She knew this wasn't the first time, she couldn't count the number of times, but she felt guilty this time.

"You're fired," She said in a chill voice, she had her little daughter to take care of and she knew there was nothing riskier than saving Salsa or defending her.

"But why?" she asked.

"No answers" the maid turned around and continued doing her routine errands. She dialled the security number through the intercome since she knew that a new maid advertisement must be given.

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The phone ringed on the other side of the world and I waited impatiently tapping my legs on the wooden padded floor.

"Hey, Lea" A crackling voice replied and I heard the cough sounds engulfing his voice into nothingness.

"Brother" I was still pissed at the coffee on my blissful morning, but I knew it was an immaterial thing to be worried about.

"Look who's got time now" He chuckled.

"I always have time for you" I had always loved him, and he is the only family I've got as of now.

"I was just pulling your leg, how's everything?" He asked me, and I knew he would be disappointed by the answer.

"Busy" I replied biting my lips and there was just silence on the other side except for my 11-year-old nephew screaming to her little brother.

"Get a life Azalea" He always called me by my full name when he was disappointed, and I didn't know what to tell him, what do I say?

"I don't want you to suffer because of me" He responded to my silence and I realised what he was referring to.

He wanted to be a Journalist and marry Elsa, but since my father was an egoistic person, he shifted the responsibility to me instead of convincing him, in a hope that he would change his mind sooner or later, but something did change. My father died within a few months and I was left alone to handle everything.

I liked the power and everything at the start, but now, I'm just fed up being busy but I knew my brother was not in a position to take up this place.

"Hello?" He called me again and I broke out from my thoughts.

"I will" I replied giving him false hope.