Grandpa Jimmy is fun to be with, but sometimes he disturbs a lot but Keane doesn't mind. He prefers to spend time with him than with his dad who has never been there for him.
The fact that his mom died with him not being there was a wound in his heart that would never be healed.
His dad was never there when he was growing up as a kid, thanks to his grandparents who took the role and stood by her mom's side.
Did he ever love his mom? 'cause if he did then he would have made it a priority to be there for her when she needed him most. All he ever cared for was his work and nothing else.
Smiles walk back to her desk, working on the papers she was assigned to. She could feel gazes at her but she didn't burg and just kept on working.
While they won't stare at her? It's not normal for anyone to go into the Boss's office and stay there for close to an hour but she did. No one knew what happened there, but it somehow made them curious but didn't dare to ask except they no longer wanted to keep their job.
Ignoring them, Smiles immersed herself in her work till when it was time to go home. She walked out of the Company and stood by the roadside, waiting for a taxi.
She watches Keane walk out of the company building, their gaze meets but only lasts for seconds as his car stops in between, blocking him from her view.
The car kicks off, and she watches it silently. The sting in her chest was something she couldn't ignore as tears rolled down her cheeks but she quickly wiped it off.
"Crying?" Derrick's concerned voice came from behind, startling her. She didn't expect him to show up.
"No!" She denies. Looking away from him.
"Sure!" He asked again. He knew she was hiding something but she couldn't say it. Not wanting to force her, he ignores them, brushing off the thought.
"Just a little dirt in my eyes but I am ok now, thanks" She turns and leaves.
"Hop in, let me ride you home" he offered but she politely turned him down.
"No thanks…I am good, see I got a taxi" She said making her way to the taxi that just stopped a couple of steps from her.
She didn't want to talk with him, not now, maybe some other time.
When she arrived home, Keane was seated on the royal blue sofa, gazing at nothing.
"Greetings, master!" She greeted me. His cold gaze lands on her face traveling down to her body, sending shivers down her spine. His brow furrows, she doesn't know why but she finds herself following his gaze, staring at her body. Was there something off in her dress? That she couldn't tell and it felt so weird.
"You are late!" His baritone voice resonated in the large room. He is surely a pain in the ass, wasn't he the one that left her by the roadside and drove himself home as fast as a tornado and now, he sits like the king on his throne telling her she's late. Was she supposed to magically turn to Flash and rush back home in a second? How annoying.
"There was no taxi going my way, I had to wait a little longer before I could get one. '' She explained, trying her best to hide her displeased look.
"You know the rules, I don't welcome latecomings or else!" His tone was firm and warning. Of Course, she knows the rules but how will she keep it when he is inconsiderate?
Her gaze fell on her wristwatch, it was 4:33pm, just three minutes late, how punctual was he? She can clearly remember the reasons she lashed out at him when she failed to come on time for her interview, the reason she wasn't given the job. Sure enough, he is a keeper of time. 'He would have been a good match to play the role of a timekeeper in a superhero fantasy movie' she thought quietly.
His phone is in his pocket as he reaches out for it and answers.
"Keep track of her, I am coming right away," he said and ended the call, making his way to the door. He didn't bother telling her where he was going, anyway, he was the master and she was the slave. She has no right to know his whereabouts.
"Stay inside and be good!" He said and left. Smiles could only stare at him from the back, there was no way she could go out, she was stuck in the four corners of his house till the contract was over. And did he mention her to be good? That's what she's been doing since she stepped into his world of rules and regulations.
She went upstairs, to her room but stopped with her hand holding the door knob. She just realized something, his room is opposite hers and she's never got a glimpse of how it looks inside.
She was curious to find out, after all, if she gets punished once a month, will it? She thought to herself, smiling.
Taking gentle steps, she silently sneakily approaches the closed door, well she is about to snoop on him, or rather through his things. She stops before the large door, staring at it in amazement. It was large like that of a castle, painted black and designed with silver.
The knob was designed in the form of a snake. It speaks so much of myth and so on.
Just staring at the door gave her goosebumps all over, it's way better she finds her way to her room than trespassing into another's.
"Who knows what I might see there?" She murmurs, wiping an invisible sweat. With one last glance, she turns and leaves.
There's no way she's gonna enter that room, except she wants to die of fright. Only the door is ok to make her scream her lungs out, then what of the inside? I guess she will die.
Entering her room, she falls on her bed, sighing in relief.