Hurriedly, I rushed to the bathroom, washed up then came out, I raced as I wiped my body. I picked up my uniform, fixed into my black-spotted white shirt then adjusted the zipper of my tightly-fit-straight-long black skirt before forcing my legs into the black flats by the corner. Then standing by my bed, I rolled my hair into a French bun that was too thick and heavy to be carried around, and since I've adapted to the style as I couldn't wear my hair in a ponytail or let it down like the others due to its massive length, I endured its disturbance on my neck.
Before rushing out, I stuck my iPhone by the front, on my stomach and since my shirt was tucked into the skirt, my phone was tightly positioned with the bottom into my skirt and the top visible outside, on my shirt. I hurried out, headed for the kitchen and walking in, I was questioned by the head chef, Samson Woods's menacing scowl."Sorry!" I apologized quickly as I didn't want to be queried so early. I had already taken a head net by the entrance so, on entering the kitchen I wore my apron then grabbed onto the transparent cooking gloves. Moving hurriedly in the kitchen, I gathered some olives, feta cheese, lettuce and red onions which were to be used in making the Greek salad. Amidst this, I placed water on the inductor and left it to heat up a little for the kippers dish, which is the second part of the main course.Since today's a Monday and clearly not a Friday where I'd be stuck on preparing some French steak, I chose to serve cold chicken using rotisserie chicken which I prepared last night in readiness to give the ingredients time to sink it. It's a little like making marinated steak or chicken breast, only that in this case, the chicken will be left in the refrigerator while the ingredients settle in to provide a pleasant taste.While I cracked the eggs, the kippers' accompaniment, onto a bowl, the water heated to the desired boiling point and removed from heat, I inserted the fish while stepping on a five minute countdown. During this process, the images appeared again and I started reminiscing on the event—the s*x scene; like it had actually happened. Honestly, it's really hard thinking about s*x while making food especially if it's for the same person who happens to be your boss. Quickly, I shook the thought away, to avoid slipping some smutty words or... worse, mentioning his name s*xily.Hurrying, I finished with the Greek salad and staring, it's easy for one to notice that its taste would sting—tangy. Done, I removed the fish from the water and allowed it to rest while it was drained off of water. While it settled, I took the frying pan, rubbed little butter around it and shortly the scrambled egg was fully prepared.The meal was prepared in less than twenty minutes and taking out the chicken from the refrigerator, I placed the meal on the dinner plate while I hurried to garnish the kippers with scrambled eggs. Just in case, I made toast bread, coupled with soya milk as well as coffee if the need arises then, I kept the jam, butter, poached eggs as accompaniment with some black, blue and raspberries by the side.The main course was ready, perfectly garnished and so was the salad course which was served in a large bowl. Done with that, I aligned the dishes orderly before informing chef Samson, "I'm done, sir." I told him and afterwards, he picked some cutleries, and glanced my way before proceeding to take a bite.Staring, my breath hitched, just a little; not that I'm an amateur, but there's always a ray of anxiety swooping around when I'm under inspection. But he stared wide eyed; eyes wide and for a while I felt that I might have gotten something mixed up; I did, not until his reaction softened with a huge smile that crept on his face. With this, I knew that he loved it and with a slight nod of his head, I knew I was free to leave.*I rushed out of the kitchen and as I hurried toward the storage room, my phone beeped. Pausing, I picked it up but before I could punch the green button, the call was aborted by the impatient caller who happens to be my best friend, Mandy. And as my eyes tangled on the screen, I sighed. I really wish I could speak with her, like… right now cuz her words are really soothing; and such is the perfect medicine I need to start my day and prepare adequately for the maddening horror that comes with Mondays in the Jackson mansion—home with the mixture of chaos!Dipping my phone back, in my skirt, I cornered to the storage room, to pick up the cleaning equipment and there, Clarisse and Octavia were standing; gibbering something and as soon as they saw me, they paused. They were certainly gossiping about Sir Charles; again! Hastening, I moved, then gazed at the duo before me who left the door post to grant me access to the room.Quickly, I picked the things I needed: a feather duster, wiping towel, polythene bag and a basket to take out sir Charles laundry after he leaves for work; then walked out of the room but, surprisingly, the girls were still standing—out. I was expecting them to have left the spot since they were gossiping very close to the storage room but their attitude was baffling. True, they remained at the spot but they behaved in the same manner, and like before when they saw me, they stopped talking.Certainly the gossip was expensive!"Why not wait till the boss leaves?" Antonia who bumped into me said as she saw the basket in my hands but I preferred to do the opposite as it was a habit of mine to work early.It is clear what I am in this mansion. I'm not a chef because I'd need a diploma—which I clearly don't possess—to get to work as a chef for such a reputable person as Sir Charles but seeing that I'm the only non-chef who makes his meal, it's easy to guess. I'm a maid who cooks and the only one who does since I was requested to cook by the boss himself as it so happens that he loves my cooking skills. So, yeah I'm just an elevated maid; one who earns higher than the rest but lower than Antonia and James, the butler."I wanna finish my chores early." I explained to her."Then, I want it spotless!" That sounded more like an order and I squinted my brows with highly-raised glossy eyes and a broad smile that told her how weird ordering me was."Sure!" I said and she tapped my arm before walking past me with a soft chuckle.I walked along but was dragged back as my phone chimed. Struggling due to the quantity of the things I was holding onto, I dragged it out of my skirt. Shifting, I stabbed the button as Mandy was the one calling again. Hastily, I placed the phone on my ear while it propped against my shoulder. Without giving me a chance to speak, Mandy's voice rang out, "love!" And amidst this, I heard Antonia yell and I knew she was scolding Clarisse and Octavia for lagging behind their duty roles.Ignoring, I mumbled an ouch then giggled at Mandy's "What's my favorite fan doin'?" Mandy screeched into my ear and I felt like trashing my phone.Anyways, I didn't!"I'm just working!" I slipped then fastened my steps towards the stairs."Hmmm,""What?" I squinted my face, not sure where Mandy's was headed cuz that's her being waggish!"Working on your boss, uhn?" She echoed and bumps rolled around my cheeks. I looked sideways and there about, to check if someone was nearby, as though someone could listen to our conversation with the interactions on private mode."Stop that-" I warned and then she giggled and instantly I was abashed. Swallowing, I felt arrows of waves sweep into me and soon, I found myself s*cking my lips. Flushed, I chuckled at my gullibility.As I wasn't conscious of my movement due to the intensity of our chit-chat, my body collided with something and I was cut off from our discussion before I could finish. I bumped into something or… maybe someone and everything that I was holding fell off—including my phone which flew to the right. I stumbled; almost falling and it was sir Charles's grip; the grip of a real man that saved me from the shame of tripping.The first thing that caught my attention were his eyes, striking—piercing and then the fowl that crawled along with it—his not-so-jocund countenance. Then his grip which was firm and obsessive. Maybe I should appreciate his vigor; so bashing, which I'm acquainted with on a platter of gold or his gentlemanly exuberance which is splashed in faith.What part of him deserves more appreciation than the other? I'm dazzled and truly, sir, NO, let's make it informal for once, Charles Jackson is a specimen to behold! Watching, it seemed like another estranged dream; only that it isn't. His gesture is maddening—striking and it sucked my attention. Generally, the whole scenario did.Clumsy maid saved by her gorgeous boss! How cute?Now, that'd make headlines. It'd really do! From his grip on me which was maddening to his scent that was already all over the place then his sexy demeanor; that Monday morning maddening coldness and oh… those blue eyes, there was no way I was going to ignore this face this morning. Fate already decided that!Hands down!I gazed at his towering figure and as deep blue eyes stared into my black angrily, the words were forced out and soon I found myself apologizing. "I'm sorry sir!" Not that I didn't want to but I was overly distracted by what just happened. I stared into his face and he did the same, though differently; in rage while telling me to get the hell out of his path. He really hates clumsiness; the reason why Claudia gets into trouble all the time and I almost forgot, HE DOESN'T TOLERATE LAZINESS!"Morning sir!" I greeted them then moved aside and all I got for a response was sir Charles walking away."Get those hands clean!" He ordered as he heard me scramble at the things that fell on the floor. And I didn't need him to tell me this one as I was planning to wash them again anyways. Else, there would be a cut off, from my pay and worse, I could get nothing for the month or get fired if I'm spotted dirty.That's how it is here, he's a little strict. I try to never get in his way or annoy him, everyone does! No one's willing to risk losing their job, no one that's working with sir Charles—the multi-billionaire.The chaos I talked about was already beginning to happen even before eight o'clock. James, the butler who had just descended the stairs with sir Charles' briefcase, gazed at me; warning and quickly, I picked up my phone in readiness to join sir Charles. Erotic thoughts swayed away, no longer moving in scribbling bits for a moment and realizing what this was; not my dream, certainly, I was bathed in alertness, moving into the business of the day and the most important theme of all the employees—PLEASING sir Charles!NOW THIS IS REALITY!The air traffic controllers were still on the search for West Land aircraft and utilised all the radar systems they had available to track it down. After the disappearance of WL flight, A245 MAX which dropped from the radar in Los Angeles (LA) and thereby lost contact with the airport control tower, the next radar system part of the plane's flight plan was contacted to track down the plane and then, a host of others. With all radar facilities utilised, the destination airport, Narita International Airport in Tokyo was informed. Irrespective of all efforts, the plane was still missing and Charles was deeply disturbed. It was a long day for him as he hasn't been himself since he has been pinned on the search for his missing aircraft. It was late and yet the employees and search personnel were still working. They couldn't abandon the issue at hand as it posed a threat to the lives of many individuals as well as the airline. Charles was sitting on his couch when his phone beeped and th
I was in our room when Claudia rushed to me with tears in her eyes."This ain't good," she said and I looked at her in a confused manner before speaking. "What isn't and why are you like this?" I asked. "Marise called to inform me that Hannah's flight should have landed and yet she hasn't called. This time, I'm damned worried.""That shouldn't scare you. Maybe it's too late for her to call. She'd call tomorrow morning." I tried to console her."Let's assume you're correct, then why isn't she picking up her calls? I've been trying her for so long and yet I'm not getting any response," said Claudia in a husky tone and I felt sad for her. "Relax a little. Come tomorrow, you will realise that she's fine.""Wait! Have you asked her mother which aircraft she travelled by? It might give insight into why she hasn't called." I continued and then Claudia looked at me as though my statement made something spark. She rushed to her bed and grabbed her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked in a c
It was a long day and everyone aware of the issue, especially those that were connected in one way or another other had a difficult time relaxing. The Jacksons, especially Veronica were restless while Henry was worried about his ill father, Maureen, Claudia and the employees in WL were all restless. Veronica sat thinking deeply while drinking alcohol while Henry sat by his father looking at him with worry on his face. Also, Maureen couldn't rest as her worries about Charles were endless. She was scared of the condition he would be in and how devastated he would be about everything. She understood his feelings and emotions and can tell when he was unhappy. She alone understood him and it would have been great if Charles was aware of how important he was to her. No one would stay up all night over the news of a plane crash except their loved ones were engulfed in the crash, not to talk of a lover being worried about a man who showed her no face.She should be praised because no lad
Time passed and it was 8:00 a.m. on a terrible Christmas Day. Veronica was all dressed up and she turned on the TV for updates on flight A245 MAX. "West Land aircraft which was reported to be missing was found this morning. The plane which was lost was found through an all-night search team led by US agents. The search was successful due to the help rendered by the Japanese agents and a host of others. It appears that the plane crashed in the North Pacific Ocean claiming hundreds of lives with no survivors. Military aircraft, naval vessels and the like flew over the area assumed to be the point where they lost contact with the plane and there, debris was found due to the explosion that followed after its fault." the anchor spoke and Veronica listened.Veronica was shocked by the news even though she knew that it was imminent. She stared at the TV and a scowl formed on her face. She hates media engagement and now, she can't believe her company got dragged and that more of it is comin
The news of the crash went viral.Some of the families of the bereaved marched down to West Land airlines headquarters in Texas.They marched angrily and wanted to get past the security but they couldn't as the security prevented them from going in.The security men called for more help and they blocked the people from coming in through the first gate. The protesters didn't care and they shouted carrying their placards. They moved backwards as their agenda isn't to walk past the gate but to express their opinions even if they make chaos. Some of them were with placards which they had prepared to use in expressing their grief and crying out their sorrows.Different sentences were on their placards: They are important to us but you've snatched them away. I need them back. They are innocent, their souls are precious. They didn't deserve to die. My babies were on that plane. We need explanations. In all, their message was simple: "We want them back."It was evident that they were annoy
I was with Claudia who was still sad about everything. She has been crying for so long. Whenever she stops crying, she resumes again and continues that way till she's tired. There was no limit to her tears and she also cried while working although softly.I placed my hand on her shoulder as she refused to eat.I asked her earlier in the day more than once to eat after I prepared breakfast but she declined and I understood. But now, it's almost noon and yet she has refused to eat. I'm so surprised because the Claudia that I know doesn't joke with food. I'm sincerely not happy about her distaste for everything.If she continues like this, she might fall sick. Yesterday she skipped lunch because she was afraid and worried about Claudia's whereabouts so, she barely had supper.I had to beg her to eat and now I don't stand a chance of convincing her because she has sternly refused to eat. "Claudia!" I said and she turned to me."Don't you think you should inform Marise about the cras
I had supper sadly as I worried about sir Charles.I couldn't bear the thought of him spending another night outside the mansion and especially in his current condition. I was more worried because, since the news of West Land aircraft, he hasn't been home. I don't know how he's feeling and if he's lonely. I'm aware that I might not be able to console and take his burdens away but it will feel nice to have him within my reach and I would be assured of his safety. What am I thinking? How can he be lonely? He must have loyal employees who will share in his troubles but he's still the leader of the cooperation so, he will be more affected. His family will also be by his side even when others give up on him so, I shouldn't think that he's alone in this. But come to think of it, I haven't seen his family and I've been working for a whole year. Why didn't I think of this? The only person I'm familiar with is Robert, sir Charles's friend and that bitch Hailey. Does this mean that he's
I went to the kitchen to prepare sir Charles's meal. I tried my best to be as fast as possible.I had forgotten that I hadn't prepared something for him to eat after I persuaded him into accepting my proposal. I rushed and quickly made pasta since I had made roasted chicken earlier. "I'm sorry if I took long to make your food sir. I wasn't sure if you were coming back today." I apologized after placing the food before him. That was true because whenever sir Charles would be late, he would inform the mansion and his food would be prepared immediately.I saw the look on his face when I was coming from the kitchen and it told a lot so, I had to apologize since he doesn't like waiting for people. Charles didn't say a thing to Maureen since he knew that he always ate his food fresh and hot. That was reason enough for her to have not made his food and besides, she was quick with it. I went back to the kitchen and took a glass of water with me. When I came back sir Charles was eating and