14. F*cking shampoo!

"Did you order food for her?" asked Jerrald as he checked, then signed some papers Eloy had just given him.

"As you command, sir," Eloy replied.

Jerrald fell silent. His hand gripped the pen he was using tightly. His mind wandered back to this morning's events in his apartment. He had left the maid behind after yelling at her.

"You can teach me to make coffee for you, sir. So you don't have to bother making coffee yourself."

"Sir, don't you want to have breakfast?"

"Sir, would you like to leave now?"

"Do what you can do, Miss Cia! Don't bother me and talk to me!" snapped Jerrald before opening the main door to his apartment, then walking away from the maid who was startled by his outburst. The maid's eyes looked hurt, but Jerrald tried not to care and closed the door tightly.

Jerrald closed his eyes as he recalled how he had snapped at his fussy maid. He shouldn't have vented his frustration on the maid.

But every time he remembered that his heart started to feel something strange for