"Let it be hard. Let it be scary. And then do it anyway"
~ Unknown "Sir" Jade quickly stands up and bows her head in respect, I stare at him like an idiot, he quirks up a brow at me. Jade takes notice of my frozen state, she pulls me up on my feet which makes me come to me senses, I stand beside her and bow down. After a moment of silence the devil finally speaks, "is this what we pay you for?" he asks calmly but the hardness in his voice sends chills down our body. I am a very confident person and mostly know how to defend myself but his presence ties my tongue. "No sir, we are very sorry. The cleaning has been completed for this floor, we're just leaving" Jade apologises, she turns around to collect her broom. I frown thinking about Jade's answer, she could've just said that we were sitting and having a moment of rest rather than saying sorry. I shrug away the thought and search for my cleaning cloth around like an idiot until I remember it's over my shoulder. I can sense his eyes on me the whole time, it feels like he could see right through me. Jade leaves the room and I follow suit, his voice stops me on my tracks, "I spilled coffee in my office, go clean it" he orders, walking away. I look at Jade in horror then back at his retreating figure. "M-me?" I ask her stuttering. "Go! what are you waiting for! he does not like to wait, get the cleaning supplies from the supply closet, go hurry!" Jade pushes me to work, I have no choice but to follow. I take the cleaning detergent and necessary supplies before making way to his office, I thought regular maids were not allowed in this territory. I look around the floor only to find no one. Traitors! left me alone with their tails between their legs. I'll show them that I'm not a chicken like them. I puff out my chest to boost my confidence, I make my way towards the end of the hallway where his office is situated, everything goes down the drain as soon as my eyes land on his office door. The outside of his office also reeks of dark vibes, my steps deter for a moment but I stay firm and stop in front of the door, I knock twice. "Come in" his muffled voice answers, I push open the door, it opens smoothly. The first smell that hits me is of cigarettes, I cannot help but scrunch up my face, I can bare it's smell but this one is a very overpowering smell. The office is pristine clean, the right wall is covered with top to bottom shelves filled with files and books. The left side has a seating arrangement with a glass table in the center, a long rug is laid right in front of the door leading to the office desk. I can tell the table is made from one of the finest woods, everything in the room screams expensive. The office also has a small bar, that is when my eyes lay upon the overfilled ashtray with cigarette butts and two empty glasses. Salvatore or more correctly Sir is sitting in his chair, reading through a file, I notice thick curtains around the office and behind him which means there are windows here but he has kept everything so dark, just like his personality. I look around for the coffee stain but don't find it, I'm hesitating to walk upto his table but I have no choice, I push my feet towards him, "sir, where is it?" I ask, not meeting his eyes to show respect. "Where is what?" he asks, his voice sounds much more strong in this confined space. "The stain" I say. "Here" I raise my head to see him pointing at his table, the stain is over the right side of the desk, he has cleared out that part to avoid ruining his stuff. I nod my head and get to work, the coffee had also dripped down to the floor, "sir, can you please move aside, I need to clean this" I point to the floor. He doesn't respond but moves towards the sitting area with his laptop, It takes me few minutes to clean it. I rearrange his table and set his chair properly. I again sense his eyes on me but continue my work, I move to the bar and throw away the cigarette butts in the bin and wash out the dirty glasses in the provided small sink. I also brought a room spray with me in case the room was filled with coffee's aroma but it was filled with cigarettes. I spray the room with the scent of fresh roses. After I'm done I collect my things to leave, "your father worked for us?" his sudden question that to about my father takes me by surprise. How long was he standing at the door? Did he listen to everything?. It means he must've also heard about what I said about the mafia. "Yes sir" I hurry up collecting my supplies and march for the door but it's he has other plans, he stops me. "When was he killed?", I feel uncomfortable talking about my father with him, seeing how I was criticizing his family moments ago, I have to be very careful with my words. "5 years ago, sir", I hear something soft being thrown on the glass table, I look up to see a thick ward of cash. "Take it" he says casually. My stunned grey eyes meet his dark brown one's, it isn't intentional, I'm surprised. "Sir, I joined 2 days ago. My salary is due in a month" I say politely, if he is offering me this money for some dirty work then he is talking to the wrong girl. "This isn't your salary, this is a compensation for your father's death" he leans back on the sofa eyeing me like a hawk. I stand there unable to grasp the situation, is this a joke? I fist my hands in anger, I don't want their bloody money now. We needed this a very long time ago but not now. "Thank you for your kindness sir, but we don't need it anymore, my family is well taken care of now" I keep my voice neutral, trying to hide my anger. Something flicks in his eyes, the aura around the room shifts. He's angry. "TAKE IT" he repeats but this time forcing out the words separately. I'm going to be intimidated regarding my family matter. I may bow my head for many things but never for the wrong, I cannot forget for the sufferings we endured because of the mafia. "I don't need it, SIR" I firmly reject once again, he stands up from his place, my hearts starts racing. The room starts to feel suffocating, I need to get out of here. "Don't test my patience girl, I am being very kind here, take the damn cash" he picks up the money and holds it right in front of me. I stare at it with a blank expression then look back at him, "I don't need it, sir" I repeat myself. His face visibly hardens, within a moment he pushes me to the nearby wall. My cleaning supplies get discarded on the floor, my breaths come out heavy in panic, some of my stray strands get loose by the hard push. His left hand is squeezing my right arm, his other hand is filled with money, dangling right by my face. "Give me one good reason not to kill you right now?" he hisses applying pressure on my neck, I try to remove his hand but fail. "Answer me" he pushes me again. "What is your good reason to kill me now?" I fire back a question, a sudden boost of confidence fills me and the surprised look on his face confirms it. "I didn't take your money, so you are going to kill me?" I ask through gritted teeth. "If killing needs such pathetic reasons, then I should've killed you 5 years ago for not compensating for my fathers death" I keep my gaze fixed on him. He stares at my face, reading my expression while I fight to get free from his hold, finally he let's go of. I take in huge gulps of air, I rub my chest to soothe away the pain. "Get out!" he yells at me, I don't need to be told twice, I run away without looking back. __________ Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️
