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I quietly followed Madam Lennie as we stroll through another corridor of the ridiculously large house. But I couldn’t help but overthink about the Master. Does he still have a family? If yes, where were they? Why did they let him live alone a dark life in this house? Or maybe he was all alone after all. I shrugged. Why did I even bother? I should not be thinking about his life right now. I should worry about myself.
How do I get away with this? How am I going to answer him? How was it possible that I don't have to see him in able to talk to him? What’s the point of talking to me if he’s going to fire me anyway? My mind was so full of questions that surely wouldn’t have answers.
We stopped by another wooden art sculptured door. It was a different room. The room was not the one I trespassed a while ago. “The master shall speak with you inside. You don't need to knock. This is his study. You'll find a white door upon getting in. Open the door and sit on the chair provided.”
I nodded. Her face was stone cold, she was looking at space, avoiding my eyes. I blew out a sharp breath. Things are getting weirder. What she just explained made me feel like I was visiting a prisoner. Anyway, I did what I was told, there might be a chance I won't get fired if I obey quietly.
Madam Lennie's stolid face vanished slowly as I close the door. The entrance actually looked sunny, in fairness for his gloomy lifestyle. I found the white door Madam Lennie was referring. I frowned. It was a simple door with a silver doorknob. I slowly opened the door with my already sweaty palm.
I gasped at the sight in front of me. It was a medium-sized empty room. There was nothing on the walls, and everything was painted in white, except for a computer and a telephone placed on a glass table. I bit my lower lip. The entire room gave me chills instantly, it was like an interrogation room for criminals. During the moment, I was sure the Master they were talking about wasn't normal, he’s a weirdo. Why would he put something like this in his study? Or is this even his study?
The telephone suddenly rang.
"Oh my God!" I yelped in surprise. I touched my chest for my Hart was abnormally pounding. All I could think about was to run, run for my life.
"Answer the phone," a cold, stern voice suddenly spoke loudly. I looked up and found a large implanted speaker on the gray colored ceiling.
God. Why did I ever come into this creepy house? I swallowed. If I could only chew my nervousness like a delicious meal, I’d have a very happy stomach.
"I believe you were told to sit on the chair in front of you," he spoke again. His voice doesn't sound creepy at all. It sounds... melodious.
I stood still. What if the chair has a bomb?
“I told you to sit!” he repeated harshly. Oh my God! He could see me. He could see how nervous and afraid I was. I gulped and slowly walked towards the chair that was made of glass then sat down carefully. I blew out a deep breath. I'm still alive!
"Now, place the telephone to your ear, so I could hear you speak."
He wanted me to talk? Why? I thought he was going to fire me? He could just tell me that I'm fired, right? Why did we need to converse with this? I reached for the white wireless telephone, then placed it on my ear.
"H-hello?" I greeted hesitantly, then bit my lower lip.
"Good girl," he said, but his voice was still coming from the speakers and not on the telephone. I looked up again.
God, am I in the Big Brother house? I watched some episodes of it on TV, a reality show which you could only talk with the homeowner through a mouthpiece and speakers. I was sure it was something like this. I was getting a little conscious in my environment.
"Now, tell me, what is your name?" his baritone voice spoke again.
I swallowed, "I-m… my name is Alayna Hart," I answered, not sure where I was supposed to look. So this was how they talk to the infamous Master Brandon? It was kind of annoying and very unprofessional.
"Hello, Alayna. Why did you come to my room?" Okay, that was straightforward, no?
"I was lost," I said dryly.
“Yes. I guess that was it. But I believe Lennie already gave you an orientation. No matter how significant your reason was, you still broke the number one rule in this house. I can't let an absent-minded employee work in my house. Weren’t you being cautious? I'm giving you one week to work; you're going to give me what I want, then you may leave this house for good, Ms. Hart.” The tone of his voice didn't even change.
My eyes widened, I bit my lower lip. Give him what he wants? What did he mean by that? "Sir… I mean, Master," I shook my head and licked my lower lip, "may I ask, what you mean?"
"You're not that smart as what's written on your CV, are you?" I thought I heard a chuckle. What the—did he just laugh at me? Did he just tell me I wasn’t smart?
"I beg your pardon?" I clenched my fist under the table.
“I don't like that tone, Ms. Hart.”
"Who cares if you don’t? What do you want from me, Sir?" He's going to fire me anyway, why not talk back?
A soft laugh echoed from the speaker. Gosh, it sounded so beautiful. His voice was beautiful... And delicious. I imagined him as a very handsome man. I swallowed. I shook off the thought immediately.
"Name your price,” he muttered, his voice back from being stern.