"Have a sit."

I just wanted to run away when the eldest son of the de LaVien family spoke.

The whole body trembled as I obeyed its command.

Silence enveloped the entire room. No one spoke, no noise was heard.

cliend Mour de LaVien's sitting in front of me. Shirtless.

Holding a glass containing wine, he stood up gracefully and slowly walked towards my direction.

"How's your day?" Its questioning voice was deep. Shaking his glass a bit, he leaned forward.

"How's the basement?" It whispered right in my ear.

My heart is pounding because of how you feel. With him so close to me, I could feel his hot breath hitting my neck.

"I can hear your rapid heartbeat from here. You nervous?" It whispered again. I heard it laugh before we settled down.

"You should be." He chuckled.

I can't open my mouths to speak. I was driven by intense fear and nervousness. Especially because of its sharp eyes staring hard at me.

"From now on, you'll be my personal maid..you will only work for me. You're not allowed to clean anyone's room and serve someone's coffee. "I stared at him in shock. He smirked.

He drained the wine from his glass and laid it on the table.

"I just bought a penthouse earlier. Start packing your things, you're coming with me.see ya later. "He whispered again before finally leaving the library.

Idiot and in disbelief I stared blankly at what the eldest son of the de LaVien family had said.

Señorito's words do not always enter the brain.

Why is that? I thought I was done here. I thought I was fired.

I don’t know if I’ll be happy or what because of what Mour said earlier.

Is all this true? Maybe he did it to make me suffer more because I did.

Unselfishly I walked down the stairs to enter the bedroom and take a bath.

the cold water kept flowing over my naked body. Insect bites are visible in my body. I covered my whole body. As I rubbed my left leg, I heard a knock.

"Janna, Señorito Mour is calling you to his room. Hurry up." that voice was Mother Selma.

"Yes!" I shout. I quickly soaped my leg and quickly shampooed. Even though I hadn't been in the bathroom for ten minutes, I was done.

Hastily combed her hair and put on a uniform. I ran up the stairs to Mour's room.

I gasped as I knocked on the door. A faint "come in" was heard.

I slowly opened the door. Señorito was exposed to me facing the large window while wearing only the black robe.

Slowly it turned to face me.

"Did you packed your things?" its question voice was deep. I shook slowly. Missed because of what she was wearing. We see its wide chest.

"We'll leave this afternoon. You should pack your things. And by the way," he walked over to the large office table and picked up a thick and layered patonh papers.

"Take this to Mr. Oscar Platt, he's my secretary. He's in FrontStar Hotel right now. These files are important. Take care of it. That's all. You can go." He said all the papers to me at once. I nodded slowly and accepted them. They have seriousness. I left the room and quickly went downstairs. I got dressed and went out.

The Hotel was so far away that Señorito mentioned that I deeply regretted why I didn’t just deliver to one of the drivers at the mansion. I was carrying the papers when I took a taxi. it took more than 40 minutes before reaching the said Hotel. I immediately paid the driver and got out of the taxi.

My mouth dropped open as I looked at the wide and tall structure in front of me. Lots of people inside and outside the hotel. People who are obviously in the upper echelons.

in amazement I walked to its entrance. With every passing piece of equipment, I couldn’t help but miss the remnants because they were so beautiful. Wide. Beautiful. Wealthy.

A large extravagant chandelier's hanging in the ceiling. that's the first noticeable time you enter the hotel because of its size and super nice.

"Excuse me. Can you call a service for us? I need a VIP one." My lips parted when a beautiful woman spoke in front of me.

"H-I'm not a crew here." I'm embarrassed to answer.

"Really? Oh, okay." Once back. I forced a smile.

I was even mistaken for working here. I shook my head and went to the front office of the Hotel.

"Mr. Oscar Platt's room number." My response was weak.

I can't help but look away because of the staff's strong stare at me. a kind of stare full of doubt and doubt.

"How are they?" Question it.

"She's my boss's secretary." My answer.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but can we call the residence of your boss?"

"Yes?" Full of astonishment I asked.

"We need it for confirmation."

full of great shame and did nothing but write on a piece of paper the telephone number of the mansion of the de LaVien. Eyes full of doubt ah staring hard at me. Some are murmuring, asking why someone like me is in this place.

I was very attached to the papers. Wants to cry but prevents tears from dripping.

Scary. Scary enters the lives of the rich.

"I'm sorry ma'am about it ma'am. Room 663, 19th floor." Smiling it says. I forced a nod and took the elevator. I was shocked to see three people in the elevator. I went to the very back and squeezed myself to the side.

A few minutes passed before I finally got out of the elevator.

Room 663. I looked for that. when I finally saw it, I immediately knocked and waited for Señorito Mour's secretary.

A few more seconds passed when the door finally opened. A large man was spit out then.

"Hi! You must be Janna, right?" This is a kind question.

"Opo.This is what S-Señorito Mour is asking for. "I whispered softly and presented the papers.

"Thank you. Come in first-"

"Oh no! Don't. I-I need to go home right away."

"Oh. Okay then. Be careful going home okay? Thank you." I nodded slowly and smiled at the young man.

while walking, a familiar voice called to me.

When I looked back at it, I immediately bowed.

"What are you doing here?" Señorito Marckian asked.

"I-Señorito Mour just instructed me to give the important document to his secretary." My answer.

"Let's go home together. Let's go." I jumped slightly in shock as it wrapped its arm around my waist.

"Señorito-"

"Let me do this while kuya's not here."

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

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