Once Upon A Bet

/6/ Play jobs

Dedicated to maddy_allexxa for the support so far <333

"He's really not that bad." reassured me Damien as he carefully pulled out at a spot by the caravan where Mr Ramfire was already waiting, arms folded, taping the concrete and narrowed eyed this way.

"Are you sure?" I mumbled, already dreading what's to come.

"Well," the guy beside me tilted his head, unsure. "He's just... difficult? I promised he only need time to warm up to you."

As if that would ever happen, but didn't voice it.

Mr Ramfire destroyed my self-esteem yesterday, but I refuse to give up. This is the first, and probably only chance I'd have to build my own thing. To prove I was worth it. More, it was a matter of pride, now. So no matter if I had to endure his horrible social skills and lack of patience.

He wanted me to organize boxes? Fine. I'll give him the best and most detailed classification ever. Archived perfectly in sections. Tidy and scheduled to the point I should get a fucking prize! And it only took me a few hours.

Ramfire came by at lunch time looking smug, waiting to belittle me some more, but instead found me slyly waiting for him, on my desk -the only place I'd been given to work on. His face was priceless, but he covered it quickly and instead of congratulating me -not like expected him to- he ordered me to keep going with the files now.

Unbelievable.

So today I needed to step up my game. No trying to impress anyone today, no; instead I put on some comfy jeans and a normal t-shirt, elegant enough not look casual yet plain enough for to be okay if it was messed up. Judging by what I heard yesterday from the caravan, they were working hard. Not surprising since they were rebuilding a house. And with my water boots the mug wouldn't be a problem.

I was ready.

As soon as I stepped out Damien's car I was greeted with that hard, inquisitive stare again. The years of experience with my mother made immune, tho. If he wanted to intimidate he'll have to do better than that. I smiled his way, waving Damien goodbye as he went to that meeting he had. Such a busy man he was.

"Good morning, sir." I grinned innocently at Mr Ramfire. "Isn't today such a bright day?"

"You won't be thinking that once we get started." he grumbled, those tinny eyes giving me another glance over as his mouth curled downwards. "At least today you got some sense when dressing."

"Oh, yes." I raised my chin. " I'm ready."

"We'll see."

He really just loved to boss me around. Go there, pick this, do that... but after the first hour of office work sounds came from outside, voices and my hope of getting out this suffocating caravan bloated in my chest. Unfortunately, Mr Ramfire didn't look bothered at all, correcting squetches and other papers while I bore myself to dead sharpening all his pencils -and let me tell you, there were a lot of them.

I was seriously getting desperate with the lame tasks he ordered me. Yesterday I searched him in Google and was surprised with what I found. Turns out Elliot Ramfire was the first of his class in Yale, he'd done some discreet works here and there; but last year debuted as a damn good architect when he took part in the designing team of the mall's remodeling and the online magazine ArchDaily positioned him in the top 10 most promising architects.

Just thinking of all the amound of things I could learn from him... yet here I was was. Being treated as his maid or something and even his decisions and all he kept it to himself. So far all I would learn was how to entertain my mind during torturous long hours.