Don't Sneak Up On Me

Leaning against the balustrade glass in my balcony, with a glass of tequila in my hand. The morning breeze was cool and soothing to the body. I looked down at my house keeper who was busy trimming the overgrown flowers in the garden with extreme care. I heard the door of my room opening and closing and I turned around to see my personal maid, Claire, standing some feet away from me with her head lowered a bit.

Claire became my personal maid two years ago, after her parents were killed by my father's rivalry. Her dad was my father's driver before he died. My father offered a job to work for me while she was still in campus. She graduated three months ago. She's too quiet, shy and timid for my liking but I guess that's her nature.

"What is it, Claire?", I sighed taking a sip from my drink and relinquishing the taste as the liquid scurried down my throat.

"Your suit just arrived, Master Alex. It's on your bed", she uttered with her head still lowered to the floor. I raised an eyebrow a