KAREN ANDERSON
"Sis! Wake up!"
I heard my sister's voice in my dream. But It sounded too close. Too real to be just a dream.
I rolled away, away from the sound. But it came again. This time, closer than the first time.
Then I felt something spank my body and my eyes fluttered open from the sudden pain.
"Lily?" I mumbled, staring up at the brown eyes before me.
"Do you know what the time is right now?" She asked with a deliberate frown.
I rubbed my eyes. I still wanted to sleep. My eyes felt heavy. It was as though I had just shut my eyes to sleep only to be woken up.
"Time? Why?"She sighed exasperatedly. "It's almost 8:00am. Aren't you going to work today? Big sis, don't tell me you have been fired?" She added with a suspicious frown.
Work?
"Work!" I jumped up from the bed.
"Shit! How did I oversleep…"
I dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower and began to bathe.
"I did the chores and helped dad take his bath and eat. Eat something before you leave for work! I'm going to school…"
"Lily, wait!" I yelled from the bathroom. I unhung the towel and dashed out of the washroom again, foams of soap all over my body.
"Here, take this and get some snacks."
I squeezed some notes into her palms and dashed back into the bathroom again.Moments later I heard the door shut and I knew Lily had left for school. I continued my bathing which didn't last for more than another minute.
I stared at the two outfits that lay on the bed.
One a dress and the other a chiffon long sleeved shirt with palazzo trousers to match."Just pick anyone idiot. It wasn't like what you wear mattered at work…" I murmured as I quickly grabbed the dress and wore it. I picked my handbag and slipped my feet into one of my stiletto heels.
I stood before the mirror and looked at the reflection of myself.
When I work, none of what I was wearing would still be on me. None of it really mattered. Well, except my underwear.
I shrugged and started out of the room.
Father was rolling his wheelchair out of his room as I walked out. His face broke into a grin when he saw me. "Did you lose track of time? It's unlike you to oversleep. Is something going on?" he said.
"Did you sleep well, dad? How is your leg? Any pain anywhere?" I asked, lightly ignoring his question as I scooped some milk into a cup.
He sighed. "Well, it's the same. I slept and I woke up. That's all that matters." He said, still smiling.
I was looking at him but then I quickly tore my eyes and turned away. When has he ever said he didn't sleep well? Even if he didn't, he would never say. But I knew it all. I knew how much pain he was in each day. And I wished I could take it all away. All his pain.
The thought of how close I almost got rid of one of the debts crossed my mind.
"That snob…" I cussed under my breath.
Well, I couldn't blame him much. No matter how much I thought about it, that was a crazy thing I did. Any sensible man would have been mad about it.
I sighed and shook my head.
I drank hurriedly from the glass of milk and stuffed my mouth with the bacon and scrambled eggs Lily made.
My phone beeped signifying a new message. With my right hand clutching onto my glass of milk, I dug my left hand into my handbag and retrieved my phone.
"Pay up your father's debt. You have three days."
I felt a weight around my chest, so heavy I could neither breath nor think for a split second.
My palms suddenly felt wet around the handle of my glass and I lowered the glass down hurriedly.
"Karen? Are you okay?" Dad asked me.
"Uh… yes. Dad, did you say you needed something?"
"No, I don't need anything but.. Karen, is there something going on? Did those men come by?"
Dad's eyes looked downcast. He looked away, withdrawn.
"It's all my fault… It's all my fault…" he muttered with shaking lips.
"No! Dad, I told you to stop worrying about them. I will take care of them. Okay?"
He nodded quietly and forced a smile.
I downed the last of my milk and shoved the remaining scrambled eggs into my mouth.
"Take it easy so it doesn't choke you," Dad said.
"Mm-mh," I nodded as I lifted the dishes and took them to the kitchen.
"Leave the dishes, I will do them." Dad called from the dining room.
"Lily will take care of it. Get some rest, dad and call me if you need anything. Okay?"
I didn't look to see if my father had nodded or not.
It wouldn't have made a difference anyways. He would still go on and wash the dishes before Lily got back from school sometimes. He said it was part of the way he used to stay sane when left all alone in the house.
"Dad, I'm going. Bye!" I pecked his cheeks lightly and dashed out of the house.
"Shit!!"
I glanced at my watch and it was way past 9am.
It was my first time getting to work late since Mr. Hendricks took me in. He had clearly told me to ensure I got to work before 9am.
He had told me he was going against the rules employing me as he was only meant to employ elderly married ladies. He never told me why and I thought I would be intruding if I asked and so I never asked.
I saw a taxi drop off a passenger and flagged it down.
At exactly 9:50am, I arrived at the Adams Mansion.
The enormous building stared right at me as I dropped off the taxi. I had the man swipe my card and handed it back to me before I proceeded into the house.
"You are late," Urn said as he held open the gate for me.
"I know. Is Mr Hendricks in?" I handed him my gate pass. He scanned it at the gate pass scanner and looked at it before he handed it back to me. He had seen it a good number of times yet each time I handed him the gate pass he looked at it as if he was seeing it for the first time.
He nodded affirmatively and let me walk through.
The walk from the gate down to the main house was a long walk.As I walked, briskly, I glanced at my watch hoping there was a way I could freeze the damn thing from moving anymore.
"Phew!" I heaved in relief the moment I stepped into the servants' building. I quickly changed into my servant's clothes and went off to do my work.
"Why are you late today?" Caro, the elderly servant asked. She turned off the vacuum cleaner she was holding and faced me.
I clasped my hands together, twisting my nails and lost on what to say.
"I'm sorry…"She frowned. "Get to work immediately. You don't want Mr Hendricks finding out you just signed in to work."
"Thank you, Mrs Caro. I will not be late again." I said with determination surging through me.
I was going to ask her if by any chance Mr Hendricks had asked of me but she had already disappeared into the hallway by the time I looked again.
I shrugged and got to work.
I was cleaning when Mrs Rhoda walked up to me.
"My dear Karen, please may I ask you for a favour?"
I stopped cleaning and turned to face her. Her face didn't look good.
"Mrs Rhoda, is there a problem?" I inquired.
"I'm sorry, but I have no one else to ask…" her voice strained off.
I stared down at her hands. Her fingers shook.
I reached and held them."Tell me, what is wrong?"
"My son… my son has been taken in by the police…" she broke into tears.
I opened my mouth to speak but words refused to come out. I had absolutely no idea what to say.
She sobbed and I let her, only gently patting her. "It's going to be fine. He will come out safely.""Help me… can you help me clean the young Master's room?"
"Huh? The young Master's room?"
She nodded, sniffing.
"I know I should tell Mr Hendrickd but I can't…"I stared at her, speechless. I understood her predicament but how could she ask me to clean the young Master's room?
I was supposed to never be near the room of the young master. Mr Hendricks had sternly warned me to stay off there. All I ever knew about him was his name, Jay Adams, Mr Hendricks' grandson. I heard he was stinkingly rich and owned a large business enterprise but I had never seen his face nor what he looked like.
I didn't care about all of that. I only cared about the money. Mr Hendricks promised to pay me well and I had only been working there barely a month.
"But…"
"Please… help me. I must go to my son now. You don't have to worry about anything. The Young Master's is never home by this time. He must have left for work already. You only have to clean and leave."
Her pleading eyes bore into me.
"You… you may go…" I stuttered, feeling almost as if her wet hopeful eyes would pierce my skin.
"Thank you so much! I will remember this… thank you Karen!" She gabbled as she dashed off.
I sighed. Should I inform Mr Hendricks? What if he found out?
Then Mrs Caro would be in trouble. And I, too. It was a risk I shouldn't take.
I took a deep breath before I started for the Young Master's room.
I tapped lightly on the door. Mrs Caro had told me the young Master wouldn't be around but it was my habit… knocking before I step into any room.
KAREN ANDERSON "Who are you?"I heard a commanding voice behind me. Startled, I turned sharply to see a pair of unfriendly dark eyes shooting right up at me."Shit!"I quickly started to climb down the ladder. But I mistakenly missed a step and my grip on the ladder went loose the next second. I heard the creaking sound from the ladder and felt my feet slipping away from the rungs of the ladder and next I saw my dear self flying in the air. My heart raced as a sense of dread enveloped me. And the only thing I imagined that moment as I fell was being moved around in a wheelchair. Just like Dad. The tears in Dad and Lilly's face. How Capon and every other debtee we owed will run riot in our home and our house would be taken. Lily would drop out of school. Father's treatment will stop and…"What are you doing? Won't you get down?""Huh…"My eyes flicked open and I was met with a scowling face and strong arms holding me up. Frightened, I jumped with my buttocks nearly landing roughly
KAREN'S POV"I'm sorry, Karen. You can't work here anymore."Mr Hendricks turned and walked back into his room. I watched, rooted to the spot and only heard the faint sound of the door as it went shut. Everything else went blank. My body went cold as the realization of what had just happened began to dawn on me. I had other part time jobs but none of their pay was half close to what Mr Hendricks had agreed to pay me working part time as a maid in Adam’s mansion. "Father… Lily…" What was I supposed to do now? What was going to happen to Father's treatment and Lilly's upkeep?I forced myself to blink back to the moment. Swallowed as I felt my palms suddenly drenched. I pressed it down against my apron, turned and started out of the corridor. I was taking off my apron and trying to change back into my clothes when Mrs Caro came into the changing room."What have you done?" She queried quirkily and her lips pursed. I guessed Mr Hendricks had told her already. "I'm sorry Mrs Caro,
KAREN'S POV“Speak with me about what?”A voice sounded behind us. I froze. I didn't need to look to know the owner of the voice. It's iciness alone sent shivers down my spine. I wondered what would happen if I finally faced him. Ploddingly, I turned. His eyes pinched at the sight of me. Displeasure creased across his forehead. “You…what are you doing in my premises?” Okay it was now or never. I told myself and in a flash I took two steps and next I fell to my knees before him. “I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be here. But… I need this job. Please. I really need this job for my family…I beg of you. I swear I won't be a trouble and I would never step foot into your room or anywhere else I am not needed…please…”“Please Jay, can you reconsider?” Mr Hendricks threw in. “Father… you know we can't make an exception. We have been holding this tradition for years. We can't wake up one morning and make an exception for just one person.”“We humans make rules and we humans also break the
KAREN'S POV“Oh, I'm sorry…I hadn't seen you coming this way…” I apologized hastily. He looked at me, his forehead crinkling with displeasure.Before he went back on his word and fired me again just for the fact that I mistakenly bumped into him, I took to my heels. He could be that crazy. “Miss Karen,” He called and I halted.“I let you work here but I never said you were allowed to show your face before me. Don't let me see your face in this house until you leave.”What was I supposed to do? Cut off my face? Disappear magically at the sight of him? Or maybe develop some extraordinary sense of smell so that when I sniff him around, I would vanish. Did he think I would willingly wish to bump into him?He was a nightmare!Damn him!“And, are you just getting to work now?”“Uh, I… I'm sorry. It's just…”He started towards me. “Are you sure you still want this job? Where is the zeal you employed to plead to get this job back?”“It won't happen again.”He stopped a few inches from me.
JAY'S POVI don't know. I felt like I was being unreasonable. Maybe I shouldn't have yelled at her. But that was for the best. People like her were never to be underestimated. You show them a little compassion and they go wild. But that morning I noticed she looked exhausted while I reprimanded her for being late to work. It was annoying that it kept bothering me. “She was so quick and looked so determined when she pleaded for the job. Now what? She is coming to work late and showing her face before me.” I scoffed. “Is everything alright, Chairman?” My executive assistant, Hugo Lorris inquired. “Just drive.” “Yes sir.”I picked up a magazine in the car seat beside me and began to skim through it. As usual the stock rates for the shares of Adams group was making waves in the stock market.Pleased, I shut my eyes and rested my head backwards on my seat. “How is the preparations for the redevelopment going?” I asked between shut eyes. “Everything is set sir. We can only await fo
KAREN'S POVI was going to sit for an interview later that day. Thankfully the company had informed me ahead. That morning, I set off for Adams mansion quite early. Earlier than I had ever been there for work. Neither Mrs Rhoda nor Mrs Caro or any other maid had signed in by the time I arrived. I had no idea if my arrogant boss had left for work or was still around. Not like I cared anyways. Halfway into my chores, the bell rang indicating that someone was at the door. I quickly set down the rag I held to get the door but Mr Jay beat me to it. An average tall looking man walked in. In his arms was a wooden yet fancy basket containing a flower bouquet and Chateau Lafite-Rotschild wine. He stopped as he stepped inside and flashed his teeth at Mr Jay. “Hello, Chairman Jay Adams.”“Mr Carlos Fowler. What brought you to my home this early? I reckon it must be important.”Carlos Fowler let out a short chuckle. He strode further into the house, walked to the centre table and placed t
KAREN'S POVWhen I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange but refreshing room. It was a somewhat familiar room making me briefly wonder in my sleepy state how I had known such a fine room in my life. My eyes fell on the backside of a familiar figure. At the same time, the figure stirred and snored lightly.I jerked and quickly sat up. A proper look around and it dawned on me that I was in Mr Jay's room. What was I doing in his room? How was I there…Last I remember I had arrived work earlier…and…oh…I sighed as it all started to come back to me. That creepy Mr Carlos. I breathed letting my eyes roam the room a bit before it finally fell on him again. He was sleeping soundly now. “Thank goodness.”When I brought him in, he looked to be at the verge of slipping into oblivion. His pulse kept on deteriorating even though he had clearly told me to not call the emergency unit. I was momentarily tempted to. I thought he was going to die. With his body burning so much came his mum
JAY'S POVWhy did it have to be her?Why did she have to be home at the time?Why did she have to be the one to save me?My teeth grinded. I could have accepted anyone else…anyone at all seeing me in my worst state but her.The mere thought that she had come at the right time told me she must have heard everything that bastard Carlos Fowler said. I forced myself out of bed and went for a glass of water. But I had yelled at her when she had helped me. Guilt prickled me. I shrugged. I never asked for her help. She didn't have to… but she did. And that was driving me crazy. “That bastard Carlos…”A moment later one of the maids informed me Mr Hugo was coming up to my quarters. It wasn't too long a time before Mr Hugo showed up. “Good morning sir. I thought I might have been mistaken but I drove past a car that resembled that of the vice chairman of JF group.”“You saw him.”I edged towards my dressing room feeling my jaw tighten. Mr Hugo followed me. “Sir, was Mr Carlos Fowler he