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"Suzie can you please put it in her bag?", I asked my personal maid.
"Yes ma'am", she replied taking the blue copy from my hand and walked out of the room.
Only my personal maid knows I can speak. The ultimatum is nothing much—tell someone that I speak and you die.
I fixed my gaze back on the laptop screen and scrolled down the file open there.
"Ma'am there's a photoshoot today for the upcoming fashion show on 13 June", spoke Ryle standing beside me.
"It's my home so stop with this ma'am formality", I spoke in an obvious tone while flipping through another file on my table.
"Fine. But Anika, you already have two meetings to attend and the financial board members wish to meet you. Won't it be too much?", she asked, concerned, sitting infront of me on a chair.
I smiled at her, "Tomorrow is too important to ignore. So I need to clear up my schedule for today and tomorrow too."
She nodded understandingly before standing up and walked out of the room.
"I'll go and drop her. Have breakfast on time because after dropping her I'm going home. My husband was calling me", she spoke like how my mami used to. I smiled at her understandingly.
As the door of my study room closed, it suddenly felt heavy to keep the smile on my face. Everything suddenly started to feel so suffocating that I rushed over to the coffee table and poured myself a glass of water and chugged it down quickly.
I held the glass so tightly before throwing it on the wall behind the sofa that it shattered into pieces; its few shards pierced my skin while the rest rained on the sofa and ground like glimmering rain drops.
I breathed heavily, my vision was getting red as I stared at the broken pieces—a reflection of my own situation.
Just then my phone rang, bringing me back to reality. I looked down at the glass pieces in worry as I tried to remember what I had done a few moments ago. I looked at my palms to see they were bleeding at several places and there were cuts on my arms too. I sighed and stared blankly at the red liquid coming out of my skin. I often end up like this so it was normal.
I get violent and the next moment I come to my senses, I don't remember the damage I had caused. This IED is getting overboard. I can't continue like this because I have new responsibilities now.
I walked over to my study table and picked up my phone before receiving the call.
"Ms. Fedorova, it's the time for your visit", spoke a woman from the other side.
