Episode 6

           Episode 6

       Thompson's POV

"I'll go pick June up." I voiced out, surprising myself.

 "Good boy. Go get her son. Maybe, you'll be the one to wake her up from sleep." Her quiet utterance and piercing gaze kept me in deep thought.

The tension grew stronger, and I quickly dashed out of the house. 

The ride to her house felt like an endless journey. It seemed as if it was not going to end any time soon.The more I tried to grasp what was wrong with me, the blurrier my vision became.

"Can you increase the acceleration of this car!!? I let out my frustration, hitting the car door.

"Sorry, boss."

We arrived, and I relaxed in the car, surveying the environment. This looks like a slum. The crowding is unhealthy."

"Go knock on the door. Tell whoever answers that I'm looking for June." One of my men nodded and approached the door.

I could see him standing at the door. Who was that? He looks unkept. I tried looking further but he jammed the door after him.

Minutes passed, and I wondered if she'd changed her mind. Just as I was about to give up, the door opened again and she stood there, looking unprepared.

I think my instincts was not lieing.

I felt that anger again. I had to listen too well and could tell what they were dragging at.

"What kept you waiting, June?" Her face bowed, and I sensed her shock.

For the first time, I looked intensely at her. Oh shit, she's barely dressed! I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to fume.

She is too exposed. I mean, she would have covered herself. The pointing of those ...... Geeze!! Ok, I've got to calm myself down. Not like she is anything!!

"You have to wait for her; I need to attend to something urgent." My men nodded, and three cars followed me while the remaining two waited for June.

"Sir, but we don't know if she'll come." 

"That's why you'll stay here until she returns to the company with you."

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June's POV

"Why do you want this job?" He asked, his piercing gaze forcing me to look down.

 "I want to work, sir..." I tried saying but he snubbed.

"What work experience do you have?"

 I hesitated, feeling a sense of inadequacy in any cleaning job. Remembering, cleaning work is a different one to that of your home.

"Sir, I don't have any, but I'm ready to learn and adapt." I mumbled out ,not knowing next.

His intense stare made me wonder if I'd exposed too much. Nah, I don't even want to experience what I have experience again this morning. 

"June." He called. I could feel that gaze on me.His voice sent shivers down my spine. 

"Sir?"

 "I don't have any work for you; the vacancy's been filled."

Huh? My heart sank. My bone became weak. My head spined a million times as those words sent different waves into me. Mum would be devastated. I thought I'd failed, but why did fate have to be so cruel? Tears welled up, and before I knew it, they streamed down my face.

"You're crying?" He asked, his voice softer now. I quickly brushed away the tears.

 "No, sir. Thank you for your time. I need to leave". I rushed those words as i turned to leave, but he called out.

"Wait." 

I halted, turning back. 

"You can be my cleaner here. Can you do that?"

I was stunned. Me, June, a personal cleaner? My face beamed like an electric.

"Sir,that thank you very very much. Since I knew you ,you have been a source of happiness to me. I love you sir!!" I chanted with every joy in me.

"Why do you need the job?" he asked again, his eyes searching for the truth. I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"Oh, my goodness," I said, still trying to process the job offer. 

"You are not answering. By the way, tell me the truth, because I need to know. Why do you need the job?"

"My mum is dying of cancer. My dad can hardly afford food. I need to find a way to take my mum for an operation. She's all I've got," I responded, trying to keep my voice calm as I gazed at the ground.

For sixty seconds, there was silence. I looked up, and our eyes met.

 "You have to start work next week, on the 13th of this month."

"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you for everything you've done for me! You've been the source of my joy since I knew you. I promise not to disappoint. I really love you, sir," I exclaimed, my voice filled with gratitude.

Thompson's POV

I gazed at her, taken aback by her words. The phrase "I love you" cut deep, a sentiment I hadn't heard from anyone apart from Granny and Mum. The sincerity in her voice was unsettling.

"You may leave," I said, dismissing her as she ran out.

Granny was right.

************

It's been two weeks since I started working at Thompson's empire. The job has been stress-free, and I've had a smooth experience. However, I've noticed something strange.I haven't seen the empire's son since my first day.

I remembered arriving on my first day, waiting in the reception room for him to show up. No one dared enter the executive suite when he wasn't around.

"Who are you?" an elderly man asked gruffly that very day he entered.

"Good morning, sir," I stammered, intimidated by his tone.

"Sir, it's your son who recruited her as your personal cleaner." The secretary explained. 

Oh, that's the father.

"Our vacancy had been filled up," the elderly man said bluntly.

"Yes, but your son will be in a better position to answer that." The secretary replied. The elderly man turned to me and asked.

"Your name?"

 "June, sir," I replied, bowing my head.

Fast-forward to today, I sat in my office, waiting for the empire himself to arrive. A knock came to the door, and I rushed out to answer.That's when I saw him - the empire's son.

"Good morning, sir," I said, feel

ing uneasy. He ignored my greeting and walked into the office. 

"June, meet me in the office."