The maid's daughter(Vol 1)

CHAPTER 2

THE MAID'S
DAUGHTER

We were to prepare for Morris's sister, who was coming back from school today, I have never seen her before she was never around, she practically didn't grow here unlike Morris,
Now we had to kill ourselves for the arrival of the young miss of the house,

*do we really need to go through this stress?* i asked walking into the kitchen, this place was the busiest place in the house, about twelve different dishes were cooked in this place every day, we were like mini gods in here just working our magic,

*we do what we must*mama said,
As other maids scrabbled around the kitchen like ants,

I am soon to find out why we owe this family so much,
*get busy Alicia, these potatoes are not going to peel themselves*
*yes mama........what is the name of Morris sister?*i asked, I deserved that much for all the work I was doing to welcome her into this house,

*Kathryn*mama replied,
And I never seem to stop getting surprised, why would the powerful and most prominent Mafian lord name his daughter Kathryn, kathryn and lugard don't seem to match very well,

*be fast Alicia and stop staring into space, there is a lot of work to be done*

*alicia!!!*that sounded like Morris why was he shouting my name, he walked into the kitchen
*cant you hear me calling you are you deaf?*he yelled
*I'm so so......*he grabbed me before I could finish and pulled me outside the kitchen,

*are you deaf?.......I told you to wash my boxers and you're in the kitchen peeling potatoes*
*don't you have any to wear now?*no one said I couldn't be politely rude,
*what?*
*i meant there was a lot of work to be done in the kitchen considering your sister was coming today, I was going to do that after*i explained.

*what the fuck is wrong with you, I don't give a fuck who is coming, I need those boxers is my room in thirty minutes and I want them dried*
*i don't think I understand you sir, you want me to wash your boxers and get them dried in thirty minutes*i repeated it just because it was funny,

*are you dumb? What don't you understand?*he asked
*and why are you laughing?*he added
*its funny for you to even think that's possible*i replied
*Don't play with me Alicia, you won't like me when am angry*
I don't think it gets any worst than this,
*I'm sorry sir for me to want to prepare for your sister coming and I'll try not to see your angry side* not that it gets any worst but that's probably what he wants to hear,

*i hope you're feeling better now*i replied, holding back not to be sarcastic but he just walked away, I guess that works too,

Sometimes I just look at these machines and cry for them because they can bear a lot, for example take a good look at this washing machine washing the boxers of Morris that only God knows where it has been and the things, the thought of it was causing a lot of eruption in my mind.

I folded the slightly damp briefs in my hands and walked up to his room, I hope he wasn't there that would spare both of us from a whole lot,

I slightly knocked on the door before entering the room, I could t see anybody around so i assumed he was not in the room so I walked towards the closet the place the boxers in its place, I entered the closet trying to locate where the boxers were kept,

I slowly scaled through each section slowly, so many clothes and shoes and glittering watches,

After walking through the whole closet I couldn't find the place for the boxers so I decided to retrace my steps backwards maybe I missed a section,

*what the fuck are you doing in my closet*his voice scared the boxers out of my hands,

What in fucks sake was wrong with him, I bent down and slowly picked the boxers that had fell down from the floor,

*I am sorry, when I walked into the room there was no body so I presumed the room was empty*

*I didn't ask you for an excuse*

*I wasn't giving one*

*trashy thing*

*mind your words sir*

He pulled me by the arm closer to him,

*choose your next words carefully*