Chapter eight

Irene reluctantly picked the glass and held it without looking at me. “Eat" I instructed with a grin. Irene's face turned red and it felt like she was about to explode. “Excuse you?" She raised her voice for the first time and I knew this was the second stage of depression.

Anger!!. “Listen young man, I am not … .. “ " shiiiiiiii” I shut her up before she would cause a scene. "you requested breakfast for me and it's now a big deal when I ask you for a bite?” I said smiling. Irene's eyes could kill and I still couldn't understand why she can't handle a little sarcasm.

"Sit Irene! Don't make things hard" I said coldly. Irene sat down reluctantly and her anger level remained the same. “Take a bite" I maintained eye contact till she took a bite. She chewed really slow and I kept my eyes on her till she swallowed the sandwich.

"That wasn't poison. You are not dead yet!" I said munching on my sausage. I dropped my cutlery and signaled the maid a few meters away to clear th