The Plantation Maid

Chapter Three

"Play that song. The one that makes me go all night long. The one that makes me think of you. That's all you gotta do" I sing along to the song thats playing on my radio sitting on top of my dresser.

Once I got back to my small room I live in, I showered and put on clean clothes. I'm still replaying the accident in my mind. I hope he is OK. They way he looked before he fell, has me worried. I know I shouldn't ask him because that's none of my business. Why did he not want his wife or anyone else to know what happened? It may be something he doesn't want his wife to worry about, but it may be a serious problem.

Since I must take the rest of the day off, I lay on my bed, scrolling through a dream book, well its a old catalog that was thrown away, but I kept it. Any money I get is normally spent on personal items or just sits in my bank account that Brandon helped me set up a year ago. So my money is never spent on nice things. But maybe one day it will.

I've collected a few catalogs that I saved from the trash and started creating my own goal book. I cut out pictures of what I dream of to have in my own house one day. It passes the time when I am not working, which is at night before I go to sleep. It's almost full, so I need to ask Brandon to take me to town with him one day so I can buy a new journal.

A knock on my door drew my attention away from the catalog. I throw it under my pillow, in case it was a Huntington, and get off my bed to answer it. I open it and to see Joey.

"Hey Joey."

"Hey, Mr Huntington would like to speak with you. He's in his office." He says as he stands there with his hands behind his back.

Why would he want to speak with me? It has to do with the pool incident. Or maybe he will tell me to get back to work.

"Ok, do you know why?" I ask.

He just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "I'm not allowed to be involved in his business. I was called to his office and he told me to come get you."

I nod my head and leave my room. I shut the door behind me and we head to the house then to his office.

My hands get shaky during the walk. The only times a maid gets called in there is when something is wrong. We had a few other maids here since I started my job here, but they all have been fired. I'll never forget the look on their face when being called to his office, and the sad face once they left. I knew then they were fired. Mainly because they weren't doing a good enough job. Or Jayden was caught messing around with one.

We arrive outside the double doors of his office. I take a deep breath once Joey knocks. We hear him respond to enter so we do.

We enter his fancy office. A mahogany desk sits in the middle near a large window. Book shelves line both walls and a couch on one side of the room with a coffee table and two chairs. There's a fire place on the other side. I only been in here once when I applied for this job.

Mr. Huntington looks up to us but takes a glance directly at Joey. "That is all, thank you. You may leave." He instructs Joey.

Joey bows his head for respect and turns to leave. He glances at me and offers a small smile before he leaves. That makes me feel a little better.

I watch him walk out, kinda wishing he would stay. He exits the room and shuts the door behind him. I turn my head back to Mr. Huntington.

"Please, Isabelle, have a seat." He gestures to the chair in front of his desk. I do as I'm told.

He clears his throat. "I want to personally thank you again for what you did. I know I'm a hard man to work for and I'm not that friendly to any of you. I do apologize for any rudeness."