Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

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I expected a reaction out of him. Maybe shock. Surprise. Anything.

But he remained as sturdy as a statue. Maybe. Maybe I noticed his eyes flatten for a split second. But that tiny movement went before I could finalize what it was.

Is this man real?

Instead, he said, as cool as a cucumber,

"Sure."

I kept staring at him, hoping he would say something, anything. He has to. There is no way---

"Follow me."

He ordered instead, getting out of the office. I followed him in a stumble. My mind reeled.

How is he okay with me being his waitress when he literally says he doesn't have a cover and he needs me to take his place!?

I gulped as we went out of the office. He opened a secret wall door which further led upstairs.

Once we climbed the stairs, we reached a new place altogether.

I stood blinded by plants, flowers, creepers, and the greenery being sprinkled all around. There was an old, traditional-styled wooden door that he opened, leading to a home-like atmosphere with a huge living room space.

I had so many questions, but I kept my mouth shut. He called someone. That same muscled man came from another door, probably from another room.

He nodded to him, leaving me all alone with him. The muscled man greeted me with one of his most aggressive smiles. I kept up a straight face, but my heart was pumping.

"This is Boss's personal space. You have to clean the house, cook for him and do all that shit, you know."

Wait....

"Clean!?"

"Don't make that stupid face. It's only for a while until a new one comes."

My breath grew long. I forced myself to nod.

He pointed in one corner near the fireplace.

"The cleaning materials are kept beside the fireplace. Rest you can find the kitchen through that same door from where I came. Upstairs are Donnor's bedroom, study room, and bathroom, you ask for them. Once you are done just ring that button over at the table. Only do it once you are done."

He pointed to a chocolate-shaded table in the centre placed along with a Chaise and Chesterfield sofa.

With that, he left, leaving me standing staring at this big space. It wasn't any typical living room. With sofas, table, fireplace, and wide glass windows, it felt like ten seven-star living rooms combined.

Why the heck was this place so big and grand?

I rolled my eyes, sighing as I walked beside the bricked fireplace set up with logs.

Let's see....we have a mop, cleaning liquid, and many other bottles for bathroom cleaning and windows...

Should I clean first? Should I go to the kitchen?

Does it matter?

I decided to check the kitchen instead. I walked inside, my eyes blinded by the bright lightening, modern marble walls, and furniture with at least two microwaves.

It wasn't a surprise that the kitchen was also big.

Rolling my eyes, I washed my hands in the shining sink, drying off my hands with the towel hung beside the top.

Do I know how to cook? Yes. Am I good at it? Maybe.

I don't even know what I am supposed to cook. Or if I should clean first.