me, stopping me from saying anything.
I didn’t stay until the club closed and took a ride home with Terry (which was Jack’s idea). On the ride back, I finally let the conversation with Alexandra sink in. Though she had told me her reasons, they still weren’t enough for me. However, I was in no position to question any of them again since I really needed this job. Plus, she made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
The next morning, I woke up at the usual time and my usual routine. As I finished eating breakfast and washing the dishes, I sat in my makeshift bed and watched a show on mute. The whole apartment was quiet. I was glued to the television when a knock on the door broke the silence. I was so startled by the sound that I jumped off the couch.
I tiptoed to the door after the person stopped knocking. I couldn’t help but wonder who was on the other side. No one in this apartment had anything to do this early in the morning. And Andrew rarely came by to visit. Curious, I looked at the peephole.
As I finally got a good look of the person on the other side of the door, I felt my heart jolt at the sight of him. It was the person that I never, in a million years, would have guessed to come to this side of town.
He was wearing his usual suit, but without a tie and two buttons on the top undone. His dirty blonde hair was slick back in a neat do. He paced back and forth in front of the door, his hand in his pocket. I continued to stare at him in shock, not really processing the current situation.
In frustration, he stopped pacing and pulled out his hand from his pocket, balling it to a fist. He was about to pound on my door, but before he could, I unlocked and opened it. He stood there, stunned for a second, before clearing his throat and taking a steady breath.
“Good morning, Mr. Maxwell. What a pleasant surprise,” I greeted in exaggeration, which made him close his mouth before he could say a word.
“Can I have a few minutes of your time?” he asked, his voice deep and controlled.
“Sure. What do you want?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
He didn’t reply, only looked at me for a moment. He raised his eyebrow.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked in frustration, like this was what I should have done.
“This isn’t my apartment, so we can discuss here. Unless our conversation would be long enough that my feet would get hurt from standing. Would it?” I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.
Before he responded, he took another steady breath. “No. This won’t be long.”
“So…” I trailed off.
“Did you talk to my sister yesterday?” he asked, his tone meant business.
“Why do you ask?” I countered, refraining from answering his question.
“Why do you always challenge my patience?” he mumbled to himself in tight lips. After another intake of breath, he asked again.
“Yes. I met her last night. If she hadn’t pointed out who she was, I wouldn’t even know you were related. She had good manners,” I relented, eyeing him with venom.
“What did you talk about?” he asked eagerly.
“That is really none of your business, Mr. Maxwell,” I answered in finality. Thankfully, Terry called out my name from his room and inadvertently saved me from further interrogation.
“If you are not going to tell me, I would assume the worst,” he stated softly in a rush. He trailed off the last part, mumbling softly to himself.
“It is the worst... for me at least,” I countered back in the same tone.
Before William could say a word, Terry appeared behind me. He was still in his sleepwear, which consisted of only sweat pants. We both turned towards him as Terry stood there, his eyes wide in shock. I didn’t give them both the time to react on the situation by saying goodbye to William and slamming the door on his face before he could say a word.
“What was that about?” Terry asked. He was still in shock as I passed by him on my way to the couch.
“The man
I didn’t stay until the club closed and took a ride home with Terry (which was Jack’s idea). On the ride back, I finally let the conversation with Alexandra sink in. Though she had told me her reasons, they still weren’t enough for me. However, I was in no position to question any of them again since I really needed this job. Plus, she made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
The next morning, I woke up at the usual time and my usual routine. As I finished eating breakfast and washing the dishes, I sat in my makeshift bed and watched a show on mute. The whole apartment was quiet. I was glued to the television when a knock on the door broke the silence. I was so startled by the sound that I jumped off the couch.
I tiptoed to the door after the person stopped knocking. I couldn’t help but wonder who was on the other side. No one in this apartment had anything to do this early in the morning. And Andrew rarely came by to visit. Curious, I looked at the peephole.
As I finally got a good look of the person on the other side of the door, I felt my heart jolt at the sight of him. It was the person that I never, in a million years, would have guessed to come to this side of town.
He was wearing his usual suit, but without a tie and two buttons on the top undone. His dirty blonde hair was slick back in a neat do. He paced back and forth in front of the door, his hand in his pocket. I continued to stare at him in shock, not really processing the current situation.
In frustration, he stopped pacing and pulled out his hand from his pocket, balling it to a fist. He was about to pound on my door, but before he could, I unlocked and opened it. He stood there, stunned for a second, before clearing his throat and taking a steady breath.
“Good morning, Mr. Maxwell. What a pleasant surprise,” I greeted in exaggeration, which made him close his mouth before he could say a word.
“Can I have a few minutes of your time?” he asked, his voice deep and controlled.
“Sure. What do you want?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
He didn’t reply, only looked at me for a moment. He raised his eyebrow.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked in frustration, like this was what I should have done.
“This isn’t my apartment, so we can discuss here. Unless our conversation would be long enough that my feet would get hurt from standing. Would it?” I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.
Before he responded, he took another steady breath. “No. This won’t be long.”
“So…” I trailed off.
“Did you talk to my sister yesterday?” he asked, his tone meant business.
“Why do you ask?” I countered, refraining from answering his question.
“Why do you always challenge my patience?” he mumbled to himself in tight lips. After another intake of breath, he asked again.
“Yes. I met her last night. If she hadn’t pointed out who she was, I wouldn’t even know you were related. She had good manners,” I relented, eyeing him with venom.
“What did you talk about?” he asked eagerly.
“That is really none of your business, Mr. Maxwell,” I answered in finality. Thankfully, Terry called out my name from his room and inadvertently saved me from further interrogation.
“If you are not going to tell me, I would assume the worst,” he stated softly in a rush. He trailed off the last part, mumbling softly to himself.
“It is the worst... for me at least,” I countered back in the same tone.
Before William could say a word, Terry appeared behind me. He was still in his sleepwear, which consisted of only sweat pants. We both turned towards him as Terry stood there, his eyes wide in shock. I didn’t give them both the time to react on the situation by saying goodbye to William and slamming the door on his face before he could say a word.
“What was that about?” Terry asked. He was still in shock as I passed by him on my way to the couch.
“The man
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