Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 12 - The office

Lily

Carla is holding my hand so hard it reminds me how my mother used to do it.

This morning i told her exactly the same words that Thomas told me to say to her and she was so furious she turned red. She just grabbed my hand  and is now practically dragging me to his room.

she knock. he says come in. and she opens the door and pulls me forward, hard. i wince.

Thomas raises his eyebrows. "What is it?"

"She says she wouldn't work." she spits. "Says you forbade her to work in the kitchens."

"That i did." he says calmly.

"Oh," she reels back, after a while she says. "why?"

"Because i made her my personal servant." oh, he is enjoying this.

"But why?" she asks.

"Why what?" he snaps. "I can do whatever i want."

"She will work for me," he says. "And you will do as she says."

oh that is why she looks so heart broken. because it will make me before her.

"You may now leave." Carla leaves, leaving me and Thomas alone. 

He slowly steps forward as i say. "You knew."

"Knew what?" he comes closer, smiling.

"That she would be mad."

she stops within on inch of me. "Umhmm."

"Then why did you so that?"

He leans into my ear, i feel his breath on my skin as he says. "There are so many things that your small mind won't understand."

"No offense," he adds. "And you can bring me breakfast."

after breakfast he left to somewhere. 

what do i do?

clean this office. 

So, i do that. removing huge office folders, cleaning and then replace them.

shining his table, watering the vases, replacing flowers and polishing the floor like a mirror. He's also got a rug and sleek side tables in here. 

soon the whole office is shining brand-new. i sigh, arching my back after all day of work.

I'm sure he's going to like it when he comes back.