Chapter 3: Back Home...If You Can Call It That.

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I got back to the house an hour and a half before he got home. Perfect, just enough time to make his favorite lunch. Lasgana. 15 minutes later the phone started to ring. I rushed to answer it. 

- phone call - 

ME: Mason residence, how may I help you? 

CALLER: I'm looking for Mr.Mason is he home? 

ME: No he's not may I pleasee take a message? 

CALLER : Will you tell him Jason Mirandaze called? 

ME: Of course Mr.Mirandaze. Have a nice day. 

JASON: You too Ms..... 

ME: Maicie. 

JASON: You too Ms.Maicie. 

- end call - 

I rushed back to the kitchen to check the lasgana. Done. I set it out to cool and the phone rang.....again. I took my time getting to it because I figured out who it was based on the time. It's 12:30. 

- second phone call - 

ME: Mason residence, how may I help you? 

MR.MASON: Is my lunch done? 

ME: Yes Mr.Mason it's cooling right now. 

MR.MASON: Set the table for me and six guests. Got it? 

ME: Yes Mr.Mason. I will do that now. 

- end call - 

Stupid jackass. Always tells me what to do. I had to drop out of school because he forced me to. I signed up for online classes but never told him. I finished setting the table and he walked in with six guests. I put on a forced smile and said, "Welcome home Mr.Mason." 

"Where's my lunch bitch?" 

" Coming up Mr.Mason." 

I rushed to the kitchen to serve the food and get ready to ask what they wanted to drink. I turned around with my cart but stopped. 

" You must be Ms.Maicie. I'm. Jason Mirandaze. I called a while ago." 

I lowered my head and whispered, "It's nice to meet you." 

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face to look at his. 

" Jeffery said he had a maid, but never said she was so young, beautiful, and could pass for his twin sister." 

I was smiling up until he said I could pass for his twin sister. "That's because he's my cousin. " 

"Well-" 

"BITCH! Where is my fucking food!? I'm hungry!" 

"Why does he treat you like that?" 

"It's a long story. Let's go."

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