Chapter 16: Servant or PA

Ariana's POV

The morning was still young. I sat on my bed, wondering if the rumours about Alpha Damien Dakota were wrong or if he was being lenient with me because I was carrying his child. My stomach growled, followed by a feeling of hunger. I was unsure about the time, but I had not eaten since last night.

I stood up and walked to the door. I tried opening it, and it was locked. This wasn't my home. How was I supposed to find something to eat? If I were back in Pearl City, I would have found something to eat, but here I am locked up in a strange home.

Or is it because I didn't sign the contract? I thought, recalling, there was a part talking about my feeding. 

I knocked on the door, hoping someone would hear me, but I was met with silence.

"Hey, I am hungry. I have not eaten since last night. I don't think you locked me up here to starve me to death," I yelled.

Oh boy, what if they deliberately locked me up in here to starve me to death? I thought as I slowed down on banging on the door. Is this a punishment? I thought. For what offence? I thought. 

"Hey, what did I do wrong?" I yelled, banging on the door again. "If you are going to kill me through starvation, at least tell me what my crime is?" I yelled, and the door suddenly opened, hitting me in the process.

Miriam entered and closed the door. I took a step back, staring at her. 

"Ms Brown, why are you disturbing everyone on the floor?" she questioned, and I just stared at her in silence. "The master's room is just opposite yours, and you are making so much noise, why?" she asked with a frown.

I feel her hostility. She doesn't know me, but she already hates me.

"I have not eaten. I have been locked up in here. I have to go find something to eat," I replied.

"It's only 11 in the morning," I heard Miriam say. "Must you disturb everyone because you can't go without your stomach?" she scolded. 

Did she just call me a foodie? I thought, and my mind quickly went to the time she had communicated. It's an hour to midday, no wonder I am feeling this hungry. I am not rich, but if I were in Pearl City, I would have eaten two or three hours ago.

"Here, this should keep you till lunch time," Miriam said and pulled a piece of bread cut in pie shape from her apron pocket and offered it to me.

It was in a sealed plastic bag. I stared at the piece of bread in the plastic bag and shifted my gaze back to her face.

"What! You are no longer hungry?" Miriam asked.

"I didn't come here out of my own free will," I said. "I don't want to be here. If you leave this door open, I will be gone by noon," I added, and Miriam just stared at me.

She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when the door opened and Michael walked in.

"What is going on here?" Michael asked, alternating his gaze between me and Miriam.

I was about to speak when Miriam quickly spoke.

"I just came to find out what she wants for lunch," Miriam said, sounding very polite, unlike the bossy, hostile person she showed me a few minutes ago.

"I have not had breakfast, and you are asking about lunch," I said, staring at Miriam and drawing Michael's gaze to myself. "Interesting," I added, and Michael shifted his gaze back to Miriam.

"Apologies. In the morning, there were so many activities ongoing. The breakfast got cold," Miriam explained, and I just stared at her. 

"Get her something to eat," Michael commanded.

"Yes, please," Miriam said and exited the room. 

"Alpha Damien sent me to you," Michael said as soon as Miriam exited the room. "He asked me to give you this. Go through it, if you have any questions, objections, or concerns, let me know," he added and handed a file to me.

"Is this another ridiculous contract with a more mild terms?" I asked with a frown, as I accepted the file from his hand, still standing in the middle of the room with Michael standing just a distance in front of me, with his back facing the closed door. 

"The head of the servants was bullying you a few minutes ago," I heard Michael say. "You only ask her to leave the door open so you can leave before noon," he went on. "But you are bold to speak to me anyhow. I am Alpha Damien's beta, yet you disrespect me," he added.

I stared at him until he was done talking and shifted my gaze back to the file in my hand. I have been standing for a while. I was beginning to feel drowsy. I don't know if it was the pregnancy or the unexpected events I went through from yesterday to this morning. I walked to the couch and sat down before opening the file. It was a contract, but not a surrogacy contract. My eyes widened as I stared at the title on top of the contract.

"Alpha Damien wants me to be his PA?" I asked, shifting my gaze to Michael and went back to read the name of the company on the contract.

It was the Dakota Jewellery company. Jeremy will be there. I thought as I read the name.

"Yes, the responsibilities assigned to you are very basic. You don't need any academic qualification to handle such responsibilities," Michael said. 

Alpha Damien isn't that bad after all. I thought as I read about the company on the first page.

"This is the key to your room. Keep it safe. Your clothes will be delivered in half an hour," Michael said. "I will leave you to take your time as you go through the documents. Here is my number, if your food does not come in the next 10 minutes, let me know," he added and exited the room after placing a card with my room number boldly written on it and another card with a phone number on the table in front of the couch. I stared briefly at the items on the table, and my eyes spotted the phone on the wall inside my room. I returned my gaze to the contract. 

I opened the next page of the contract in my hand, and I began to frown.

He employed me to be his servant, yet he gave me the title PA. I thought as I read the five responsibilities printed on the next page of the paper. 

Does he want me to be his servant or PA? I thought