I still am

“Thanks for bringing me here I have been exhausted these past

few days.”

“I would expect that, considering, you are planning a wedding

that you are also maid of honor at. Justino is so thoughtless for putting

you through this.” He said and sipped on his coffee, his expression was

different for a second. It gave of a bit of annoyance, like he was mad.

“Not Justin, Julia, she is the one who is putting me through this. So I

suggest we don’t blame him, Julia can be quite persuasive when she

wants something. “Sarah replied with a sigh. She suddenly remembered

something and gasped. “Today I need to supervise the video dairies.

What is the time now?”

“9 AM” he said calmly. A maid walked in and he gestured for her to

come closer and deliver this things in her hands. She bowed politely to

Sarah and carefully placed her phone and purse on the table next to her

before rising and walking out. A gracious smile laced Sarah’s lips as she

said thank you to the maid with a whisper and a slight quick bow.

Walking out the little maids expression was that of disbelieve. She had

worked at the mansion since she was little. None of the young ladies

who visited the place were offered such grand treatment. It was the

first time she saw her boss eat with anyone on the same table, not to

mention sitting so close to each bother. And this young lady seemed to

be quite the opposite of every other lady who had visited the mansion.

Everyone else seemed to know exactly where they fit, and would never

address any of the help in anyway. But this woman even said thank you

and bowed. As soon as her body stepped out of the dining hall her feet

paced up , it seemed that new lady would be the topic of discussion for

the next week or two in this house where nothing exciting ever happens.

Back in the dining room, two unevenly matched individuals sat and

ate breakfast together. One with all the class and elegance in the world.

The other slight hungover, unwell, and ill-placed and clearly lacking in

table etiquette.

Rummaging through her purse she found the keys to her room, her

cards and everything still in place. Not that it could have been stolen,

just lost, yes she was just making sure that she didn’t lose anything on

the way here. She picked up the keys so it wouldn’t look that she was

suspecting him of theft. She then dropped the purse, picked up her

phone and tried to power it on. To her surprise it was fully charged. ‘He

must have had someone charge it’ she thought silently to herself. As

soon as it was done booting the lock screen was flooded with messages

and notification.

“208 missed calls!” She gasped. “Why the hell is she calling me two

hundred and eight damn times!” looking through the call history she

finds that it was Julia calling.

“Julia?” he checks.

“Yeah.” She starts to worry that something might be wrong so

she decides to call back.

The line rings for a while before it gets connected

“Hey, I just saw your missed calls is everything ok?” Sarah asks

anxiously only to hear Justin’s voice instead.

“Yup, everything is fine. She was just calling to check up on you,

where you went?” he whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” she whispered back

“Because her morning sickness started and she doesn’t want to hear

people breathe. Please come back. Save me” Justin said trying to sound

miserable.

“Ok I’m on my way. Let’s meet for lunch we need to discuss the

sitting arrangements for tomorrow’s reception party. And tell her she

can’t keep adding events to the plan the day before.”

“Not me. You tell her. She’ll murder me” he exaggerated again. She

just rolled her eyes on the other end of the call and sighed.

“Fine just get her to lunch. Text me where you guys decide to go. I’ll

go there after checking on the filming with your folks. Bye.” She said

and then hung up. Looking up to the man before her she smiled and

said, “It seems I can’t take that tour today”.

“Shame. “He replied calmly. “We can reschedule if you would like

that.”

“I would want to cause any inconvenience….”she replied. He was being

so nice but all she did was create trouble for him. How could she

shamelessly accept this?

“Not at all. Consider it a form of fan service. It will be more of a

bother to you that it will be to me, I promise.”

“Oh right, fan service because you use to be a fan. But wouldn’t that

be abuse of title, besides I’m retired .it is a disservice to you.”

“I still am, so, no its not. I’m glad to have you here. Anytime.”

And with that, home girl was whipped. Something about having such

a powerful ex fan felt so fucking good. She was very interested in

getting the man…. No, the house and it’s…. surroundings better.