"I just wanted to say thank you." the butler said to me. I shrugged his hand off of my shoulder and walked off. I had no time to get along with liars. Clarissa left the mansion in her car and just as she reached her office, she made a call to someone who worked for her in a different country. She had given him a task to fulfil. "Has it been done?" Clarissa questioned the man on the phone. "Yes ma'am. Very soon the news will reach the Vandelson twins and they will have no other choice but to come here to handle the problem on their own." the man replied. "Good job then. And I trust that no clues were left behind." Clarissa said. "Not at all, ma'am. I made sure to be very careful. You will be free to do all your investigations when they leave your country to this one." the man replied. "Good. You will receive your payment in a few minutes." Clarissa said and ended the call with a satisfying smile on her face. "Finally," Clarissa said. She did the transfer to the man and put her

I stood there confused about what to do. Houseboy? Was that the way the butler was supposed to introduce me? Judging by the situation at hand, I would say these are people who are related to Clarissa. Most likely her parents. If her parents want me out then I'm guessing she would have no power to keep me here. It's not like I'm of good use to her for the purpose I was first brought into this mansion. "What are you still doing here?!" Mr Charles yelled at me, causing me to flinch. Mr Charles looked down at the broken plate and then back at me. He took a deep breath as if he was trying to calm himself. "You are lucky I am in a good mood." Mr Charles said to me. If this was his good mood then I wouldn't want to see his bad mood. With my head bowed, I quickly walked passed Mr and Mrs Charles. I was about to exit the mansion when I suddenly remembered the pendant I had hidden away. I couldn't just leave it behind. I turned and headed toward the stairs. Mr and Mrs Charles saw me but d

Mrs Charles was surprised at her daughter's response but didn't say a word more. I walked in and placed the final plate of food on the table for the Charles family. I was about to leave when I suddenly heard Mr Charles' voice, "hey." Mr Charles said. I figured he would be referring to me and I turned around. "Sir?" I said. "Yes. That's not where to place the tray. Who do you expect to reach there?" Mr Charles questioned me. I looked at the tray I had just placed on the table. If he need it then he could have just asked his wife or Clarissa to pass it to him but I guess this is either laziness or it's a case of 'like father like daughter'. "My apologies sir," I replied Mr Charles. I picked up the tray from the table, "Where should I place it?" I asked Mr Charles, the tray still in my hands. "A space on the table where I can reach. Where else?" Mr Charles replied. Mr Charles stared at me as if I was an idiot who just didn't understand the right thing to do. I placed the tray as

Clarissa's ex was back in her life again and was there to stay. It took him some time to be able to get her direct phone number but he was successful and that was what mattered. "Zane how did you get my number?!" Clarissa yelled into the telephone, trying to hide her tense feeling. Without waiting for an answer, Clarissa, with shaky hands, put down the telephone, ending the call. Clarissa began to panic and blamed her stupidity for the awful mistake she had just made. "No-no-no! I did not just do that! He hates it when I do that!" Clarissa panicked. Suddenly, a knock came on Clarissa's office door. Clarissa jumped in fear as her heart skipped a beat. Clarissa had to place her hand on her chest and hold it there to calm herself. "Who is there?" Clarissa asked. "Ma'am, it's me, your secretary." the voice answered. "What do you want?" Clarissa asked, in annoyance. "I am so sorry to disturb you ma'am but I heard you shouting. I just wanted to check if everything is okay." the secr

[At the Charles family mansion]I feel so exhausted and at the same time, angry that I got nothing done in the end. This made no sense to me. How come nothing was incriminating in Clarissa's room despite the kind of person I knew she was? She must have dipped her hand into something illegal at some point. Or is all the secrets kept in her parents' room? That damned butler locked the door before I could get in and now that I'm done with the mopping, it's already dark. Mr and Mrs Charles will be back soon and so will Clarissa. I blame this error on myself. I should have begun from the top in mopping instead of going straight to Mr and Mrs Charles' room and getting the butler suspicious. I stood up from the floor and went outside to get rid of the dirty water. I was doused in sweat and smelled horrible. After getting out of the house with the bucket, I approached the gate but the security man stopped me. "I just want to get rid of this dirty water. Nothing else." I said to him. Th