Yes, Sir - ONGOING

Chapter Eight - Betrayal

Asa Benoist

A week had gone by, and she found herself in a little routine, she woke up at 8:00, and cooked breakfast and lunch for Jared. He left with both meals, and then she'd start cleaning around. She'd do whatever, today she was doing the restrooms, and then she'd have lunch. She saw Irene this week twice, and Camille three times as well. She tried calling Shawn in the morning, but he didn't pick up. She had been to her classes twice a week, and was relieved that it was coming to an end.

Jared hadn't been saying much, and hadn't been staying for the meals that she prepares. She didn't understand, she didn't know if it had to be something with his business or if something else was wrong. But she did know one thing.

She was getting tired.

Asa sighed, and dusted up and down the hallway picture, going deeper and deeper down.

It was the opposite from where she slept, it was where Jared was all the time, and she became curious. For each door, she would peek her head inside, not really sure what she was looking for. Most of them were locked. She found more bathrooms, and some closets even.

Then, she opened the door to what seemed to be another bedroom.

She glanced around, making sure it was only her, and she slid inside.

It wasn't the prettiest, but it was brilliant in its own way. She could tell a man slept in here though. There were a few clothes scattered on the floor, and she picked them up, tossing them into a laundry basket. She then made his unmade bed, tiding up the room.

Once she felt that it was good enough, she turned to leave. Or... did you want to look around a bit? The question raised in her head, and she hesitated by the door.

A few moments wouldn't hurt any body.

Asa looked around, seeing a few photo's of him when he was younger, with people that looked identical to him, only older. Must be his parents. She moved along, opening drawers and skimming the top of them.

"Ugh, I'm a pervert to be looking through his drawers." She muttered to herself, closing it. But what was she looking for?

She went over to his closet and opened the doors, gaping on how huge it was. Never had she seen a closet so huge up close. She looked around, feeling the material on a few of his suits. There was a picture of this beautiful girl next to him, but he didn't look happy in the photo. "Hmm." I should leave. I should definitely leave. She closed it back, leaving everything back how it was. She left the room and continued to dust things, wiping down the mirrors in each bathroom.

It was now it was now 5:00 pm, and she was bored.

A coffee was calling her name, and she left a note saying, "be back soon, xx" and she left the place. She drove down the rode, and turned on the radio, rolling down the window. It felt good to get out of the house. She had been cooped up for too long.

Asa let her hair down, letting it flow in the wind.

Soon, 15 minutes later, she arrived. She parked in the lot, and locked the car, going inside. "Hi! Can I order a mocha frappe with chocolate syrup on the sides of the cup?" She chirped, in a happier mood then earlier.

"Yes you can! Anything else?" The girl spoke back mimicking her vibrant energy, and Asa gave her a cheeky smile. "Nope!" She said, taking her card out. "4.00 even. Your name hun?" "Asa." She paid for it and stepped in the waiting line, glancing around. Well she's definitely getting a tip. She thought as she smiled, but it faltered when she noticed a certain woman sitting at one of the booths, eating a pastry.