(👩💼🎀She’s the boss👩💼🎀, 👨💼🤫I’m the maid🤫👨💼)
❣️ Written by Haryormideh Ayeni ❣️
🌺🌺🧸 Episode Thirteen🌺🌺🧸
The first thing I did when we got home was pack her belongings from Donald’s room. I unlocked the door and found her slee-ping with an angry look.
When you’re asleep, aren’t you supposed to be an angel? It’s the exact opposite for Clara. Even in her sleep she looked like the devil that she is.
I put her luggages beside the be-d and closed the door.
I couldn’t sleep all night, I kept tossing and twisting on the be-d, having a bad feeling in my mind.
I yawned tiredly and freshened up, keeping the dress I bought yesterday in a box on my wardrobe then began my house chores.
“What are my luggages doing here?” Clara yelled from her room and I happened to be in the hall way.
“That’ll be your new room Clara” I replied.
“You don’t call me Clara, you call me madam and you can’t tell me what to do in this house, my house”
“I only respect those who deserves it and you don’t also, last I checked Donald and I own this house. The only difference is he pays the bills while I take care of the house and you’re just an unwanted guest.”
She opened her mouth to talk and closed it back, apparently loss of words.
“Donald would hear about this” she harrumphed.
“Sure and you’ll be getting a stay in jail”
She shut her mouth and slammed the door in the process.
After my chores, I made breakfast and took Donald’s share to his room. I heard the shower running so I dropped the tray on his be-dside table.
When I got back to the kitchen, I found Clara sitting on the kitchen stool “my food” she said flatly.
“Sure” I replied and dished her share, took it out of the kitchen and dropped it at the foot of her be-droom door.
“Your food is waiting in your room” I said calmly.
I was eating when I heard murmurs. I got up and moved closer to the voices.
“I’d advice you not to litter the floor with that food. I’ve been in your shoes” Donald said and walked down the hallway to his drawing room.
“There’s nothing she can do” she shouted after him.
I stood patiently where I was hiding and watched her. Is she really going to litter the floor I just cleaned moments ago?
She poured the food and slammed her door for the second time this morning.
I [email protected]£ out of hiding and made my way past the mess she made and knocked.
The door opened instantly
“Come and clean up this mess” I said gently.
“Isn’t that your job to do?” She snickered.
I pushed past her and entered her room fully. I saw a lot of expensive perfumes on the dressing table. Just the perfect thing I nee-d.
“Clean up that mess or I’m everything on this table” I said more sternly.
“You won’t dare”
“Don’t test my patience young lady” I picked one and looked most expensive and dangled it in my hands as we both stared at each other.
The sound of [email protected] breaking broke our stare. She [email protected] out at mess on the floor. Her eyes burned with so much rage as she advanced on me.
“Take another step and I’m breaking this two”
She st©pped in her tracks.
“Clean up that mess outside or I’m ma-king a mess of perfumes. You have just three minutes.”
She stormed off the room and appeared seconds later to clean the mess.
When she was throu-gh I returned her perfume and left her room.
I wish I could s£nd her away, I know how it is to be tortured so I un-derstand how Donald must feel, seeing his torturer every day.
Two long and stressful week later, Clara is still living with us but rather calmly.
I had used onions to threaten her, gave her little food, make her do the laundries and I still have that unsettling feelings in my stomach.
I noticed she has been ma-king a lot of secret calls but it’s her life and her business.
I entered her room quietly and cut her f!nger nails short as she sle-pt soundly and wrote a short note for her.
📋 For the safety of my boss.
I put it on the head board and left the room.
My phone [email protected] in my pocket, I brou-ght it out to re-ad the new message.
💬 His Favorite Uncle is coming next tommorow to spend two weeks with him💬
I sighed frustratedly, Donald and I are okay on our own, we don’t nee-d anyone. After what I have in store for Clara tomorrow, she’ll be running out of this house.
🖊️ Haryor Writes 🖊️
Bossy maid Episode 13