That night I ran into Harry's family butler, he has a funny name I can't pronounce so I just call him Mr. J. He showed me to my room and gave my a new chore list for tomorrow. It's exactly like the one the nice chef had given me, details and all, but just different types of duties around the house. Every week I work here knocks 100$ off my mother debt, so I'll put blood sweat and tears into this place if that means my mother will be happy. Even if I die old, withered, and alone on these marble floors with a scrubbing sponge in hand.
I had already showered in the broom closet sized bathroom attached to my room before I climbed into bed in my fresh nighties that laid in the top drawer of the dresser in my new room, they did promise it would be fully stocked with clothes for me, and not to bring my "rags" from home.
It's just a simple dark grey sweats, a white tank top, and black soaks to keep me warm, but it's a big step up from what I wear to bed at home, nothing.
I set down on the edge of my twin bed and began brushing through my blow dried hair. I gathered all my hair before splitting it into two halves and making braids before sealing them off with rubber bands.
As I got up to tear my bed down so I could get some sleep before the early morning a light knock bounced against my door. I quickly grabbed the white cardigan hanging on my foot board and slipped it on before answering the door.
"Hello?" I asked while pulling the door open before even seeing who it was.
"Hell Ms. Adams." Mr. J spoke coolly.
"I'm sorry, am I being too noisy?" I asked, even though I know I'm not.
"No, quite the contrary, you were being so quite I feared I had to wake you, but I'm glad you're still up."
"Is there something you need me to do?" I asked exhausted from having worked all day.
"No, well umm, yes." He said, basically speaking in rhymes at this point.
"Please do tell me." I smiled at him smally.
"Well I've never had this happen before, but Mr. Styles has asked me to fetch you so you may bring him his nightly tea, and tear down the bed for him."
I froze at his words. I have to do as told here since this is in fact a job, but not even three hours ago did I see this man kick a poor woman in the face causing teeth to fall out because she made a small mistake, I'm petrified to make a tiny mistake around him. It didn't even take me but five seconds to clean his shoe and the oil up and he acted like that.
"Yes, I'll be there immediately." I said as I began leaving out my door, past Mr. J, and shutting it.
"Wait." Mr. J said as he grabbed my wrist.
"Yes?" I asked turning to him nervously.
"Mr. Styles likes two tea spoons of sugar, and just a drop of honey, nothing more nothing less. He also likes to taste the honey but not so much so only stir the spoon around gently four times, and only put four tea bags in the pot." He told me making me even more nervous.
"Thank you." I nodded before scurrying off to the kitchen, my head pounded as I pasted the main entrance to the kitchen and recited the exact directions in my head.
As soon as I made it to the kitchen I pulled my rubber bands out and pulled my hair into a more professional up do, and button the single middle button on the middle of the cardigan.
I took a deep breath as my finger followed the large building map on the kitchen wall to his bedroom, up stairs and the first room in the hall way in the middle of spiral stairs. I also noticed his office set on the bottom floor and was the large doors you see between the stairs when you first walk in, my rooms just in the hall way next to that.
I carefully picked up the already prepared tea tray, and used my back to push open the kitchen doors, leaving the dark and clean kitchen.
I carefully made my way to the closest spiral stair case and began thanking God in my head that there's dark red carpet going up the white marble steps so my klutziness won't cause me to slip in fall, that would be a fall to the death.
When I approached his black bedroom door I felt a lump form in my throat, I slid one of my arms under the tea tray and knocked with my right hand.
"Mr. Styles, it's Clementine, here with your tea." I said as steadily, and professional as I could.
As the door swung open I wasn't expecting to see what I did.
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Seasoning House
FanfictionWhat would you do if the modern world was ran by the rich, greedy, and evil while the poor suffered? What if your family was in such far debt that your last resort was to work for the cruelest, most evil families seasoning house where forced prosti...
