Xavier's Ultimate Return To Glory

Chapter 005

As Xavier fumbled with the new clothes, hastily trying to put them on before the butler returned, the door creaked open, and the butler's presence made him instinctively shield himself.

"Sir, you're needed in the kitchen," the butler stated matter-of-factly before promptly shutting the door behind him.

Stunned by the unusual request, Xavier couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

He wanted to tell the butler that he didn't have any time for this. He is a secretary. What concerns him with the work done in the kitchen? Nothing that has happened so far made any sense to him.

Xavier made his way to the kitchen as he was told, his mind racing with questions and suspicions. As he entered the bustling room, he noticed an air of tension among the staff.

"Why are they looking at me like that? Is there something in my face?" he thought to himself as he walked passed them, ignoring the curious glances directed his way.

Xavier approached the head chef, who seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion with the butler.

The butler soon walked out, rushing past Xavier like he never saw him standing there, and exiting the kitchen like it didn't matter that he just sent Xavier in there without instructions.

Xavier was greeted by the head chef as he approached, "you must be the new guy." the chef said, "Here. Take this." the chef handed Xavier a platter of food, "Take it to the dining table two doors to your left."

Shocked and astonished, Xavier wanted to question the situation but found himself unable to form the words.

Glancing around, he realized he wasn't alone in his peculiar clothing choice. Others wore similar clothes as he did, adding to his confusion.

As Xavier approached the dining area, he spotted an imposing elderly man who looked agile for his age, a young man who could be a little younger than himself, and a woman seated at the table who might just be the mother of the young man.

Xavier's attempts to comprehend the situation were interrupted by the woman, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"What do you think you are doing? Serve the food and leave! You are not paid to stand around doing nothing but gawk at us." the woman glared at Xavier, irritably.

Xavier was startled by her sudden confrontation and ended up spilling some of the food as he placed the food on the table, raising the woman's anger in the process.

"How much more of an idiot can you be?! You're equally clumsy as well!" the woman spoke, eyeing Xavier with disregard, "You're fired!"

Xavier's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words. He had only just arrived and he was about to disappoint his wife once more.

Just as Xavier was about to go on his knees and beg with fear-filled eyes, the elderly man at the table cleared his throat, interrupting the woman's rant. "That's enough, Clarissa," he said calmly, his gaze fixing on Xavier. "He signed the contract. He can't leave."

Can't leave? Does the contract make me immune to getting fired? Did I hit the jackpot with this job?

"Thank you, sir," Xavier said to the elderly man, bowing his head.

The butler walked in, startled by the mess on the table. He had heard his Mistress shouting and didn't expect the new guy to have already found trouble on his first day.

"What is wrong with you?! This was only your first trial and you blew it!" the butler muttered forcibly while standing beside Xavier.

"My apologies, sir, madam..." the butler bowed before cleaning up the mess and dragging Xavier away with him.

This made Xavier feel even more lost and isolated. He didn't understand anything at all and no one wanted to help him with a reasonable explanation.

Feeling utterly dazed and frantic for answers, Xavier spotted a maid passing by and grabbed her arm gently. "Excuse me," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "could you please tell me what's going on here? I'm completely lost and confused."

The maid, frowning at Xavier, freed her hand from Xavier's grip.

"Sorry, sir, I can't help you," the maid replied curtly, avoiding Xavier's gaze as she hurried away.

Left with more questions than answers, Xavier felt a sinking sensation in his stomach.

Throughout the day, while Xavier did other things around the mansion, he moved around trying to ask other workers in the mansion what was going on but no one answered him.

Rather, they looked at him with either indifference or pity for some reason.

Xavier was trapped in a situation he couldn't comprehend, surrounded by people who seemed determined to keep him in the dark.

As Xavier stood there, trying to make sense of it all, evening approached, he changed back into his regular clothes in the dressing room, eager to leave and ask his wife what this new job meant.

In his understanding of what a secretary does, it doesn't include serving dishes. Did the employer trick his wife into believing otherwise?

Of course, before leaving, Xavier had to get permission from the butler as he wasn't informed what time he could go home and didn't want to make any more mistakes.

With a heavy heart and a mind swirling with confusion, Xavier approached the butler, hoping to gain some clarity before he could finally leave.

"Excuse me, sir," he said tentatively, "I was wondering if I could inquire about my working hours. I need to inform my wife when to expect me home."

The butler, who seemed preoccupied with some paperwork, glanced up at Xavier with a slight frown before replying, "Why don't you focus on your duties and stop asking foolish questions?"

The butler's dismissive response left Xavier feeling even more frustrated.

"Look here mister, I don't know why you are hell-bent on being rude but I only asked a question! Are you gonna answer or should I get going?" Xavier frowned in anger, glaring at the butler seated in front of him.

The butler, in annoyance, slammed the pen in his hand against his desk before looking up at Xavier, "Tell me, SIR. Did you or did you not sign a contract delivered to you by your wife?"

Xavier felt a strange feeling creep up his spine as the butler stood up, his hands placed on the edge of his desk, "Call this your second home, Mr Xavier. YOU CANNOT LEAVE."