Chapter 7: Chapter Seven

I feel so embarrassed. Sir Harry found out that I didn't read all those documents by reasoning. I'm sure he's not just handsome and kind but also moody, or I'd say intelligent, the reason why he sometimes appeared as arrogant, just like earlier.

"I'm sorry—" I'm about to apologize, but he interrupted.

"Don't apologize. I understand why you didn't read them all. There are too many of them, and it's really boring to do that. At least I know you didn't mean not to sign the last part. I thought you didn't agree with the conditions," he said.

"I do, I mean, I do agree with everything. Please don't fire me, sir. I'm willing to change if I ever offended you." I tried my best to not sound so desperate, but I can't lose this job. I'll do anything to keep it.

"Oh, come on, please don't say that. I didn't mean to say it. I was just really in a bad mood. Let's just forget about it," he said.

"You said you were in a bad mood, can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

"It's just, there are lots of works to do and meetings to attend to," he said.

"Is there anything I can do to help, babe?" I asked.

"No, that's not part of your work. But I think there's something you can do for me if you really want to help me," he said.

"What is it, babe?" I asked.

I followed Sir Harry to his office. He sat down on his swivel chair. I kneel down in front of him. He has beautiful hairy legs. I took off his shoes. Thank God his feet doesn't smell like my father's. Slowly, I raised his hands to his knees. I opened the ointment and gave his legs a massage.

"Ahhh... That's so good," he said. "You hit all the good spots. Who taught you this?"

"My mo—" I halted as I didn't really want to talk about the past because it'll only break my heart.

"You okay?" Sir Harry asked as he noticed my silence. "Did I ask a sensitive question? Don't worry, you don't have to tell me about it if you're not ready, but I'm really interested to know your story, Georgia, especially how you end up to that place. I noticed that you're too young to be working there, so I decided to take you out."

I'm surprised to know that Sir Harry didn't just take me from that brothel for his own self-benefits. He's so attentive and thoughtful, and I'm falling in love with him so quickly because of those qualities he have that not all men possess. I'm so thankful to him. I also realize that not all who seem nice are nice, some people are just nice because they can take something from you, just like that mysterious man named Simeon. I realize that he took me from the streets because I have the looks and it can benefit him if the brothel gain more customer. I was such a fool to not know that.

I decided to tell Sir Harry about what happened since I know that he can be trusted. I tell him what happened to my mother, how she died. "It was she who taught me how to give a massage. Unfortunately, she passed away. She was killed by those thieves. I saw it with my own eyes. She tried to protect us. She fought with them, but there were three of them and so strong. They stabbed my mother with a knife and left her on the brink of death in the street."

I recalled everything. It was too late when my father arrived, and he's such a bastard for blaming us, me and my siblings, for what happened to my mother. He said that it was our fault because we didn't ask for help and we just stood there, but what could we do? My siblings were too young, and I'm so afraid that those thieves would kill me too.

Tears voluntarily came out from my eyes as I still haven't healed from everything. "My father has been molesting me after my mother's death. He'd beat me up if I didn't obey him. He's a demon. He doesn't care about us. He doesn't care about my siblings. He only cares about himself. Elenna died because of hunger. If only I was a better sister, perhaps that wouldn't have happened, but it was too late. Thanks to the mysterious man named Simeon, she gave us some food, and he came back to offer me a job. That's how I ended up at the brothel." At every pause, tears drop from my eyes. I couldn't tell my story without crying.

Sir Harry looked at me with those sympathetic eyes. "I'm really sorry for everything you have to go through, Georgia. Your father is a real bastard. I don't know how a father could do that to his own children. Do you know that he can be jailed if you report this to the police?" he asked.

"Please don't do that, sir. He's still my father despite everything he did to us. I don't want him to suffer in the prison," I said.

"You're too young and innocent, Georgia. What your father did is not just. Aren't you mad at him? Or maybe you're just afraid? You know what, I can help you if you want," he said.

"I really don't want him to suffer, sir. I'm sure he'll realize what he did soon, especially now that we're gone. Nobody's going to take care of him when he's sick or when he's old. I and my brother are never ever coming back to him."

"That's right. But it'll take a very long time before you can completely heal from everything that happened. I'm sure it has brought you trauma, to you and to your brother."

"It does. It makes me sad every time I think about it. I'm trying my best to forget it all, but there are times when I just couldn't stop crying. Times when I question why, for all the people in this world, this happened to us," I said.

"I'm really, really sorry for what happened to you, Georgia. You can always talk to me if you feel sad. I also want to meet your brother," he said.

"You didn't do anything wrong, sir. It wasn't your fault. You have done a lot for me already. I don't know what to do to pay you anymore. About my brother, he's still at the hospital. He has severe pneumonia and is under special treatment," I said.

"Why won't we pay him a visit tomorrow?" he suggested. "I really want to meet your brother."

"But you said you have lots of work to do, sir. My brother will be fine. The doctor told me he'd do everything to save him. You don't have to worry about him. Your body is already aching from work. Please don't stress over my personal life," I said.

"I'm your friend, Georgia; it's okay to share your problems and burdens with your friends. I can leave my work to my assistants. I know you want to see your brother too," he insisted.

What Sir Harry said made me cry again. It's the first time I've heard someone cares about me and my brother. He's like an angel fallen from heaven. He's a miracle, a hope, a golden sunlight, or a colorful rainbow after the storm.

"Oh, come on, please don't cry. You have soaked my legs with your tears already," he said, sarcastically, which made me smile.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll wipe them now." I stood up and was about to get a towel to dry his legs, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand. I turned back to him, slowly, and I fell over him. Our lips touched for the first time.