"Desmond!!!" a young guy wearing a bright yellow top and black jean trousers seated on an expensively decorated sofa yelled for the third time.
The room was expensively furnished with a very high ceiling. In the middle was a king sized bed with an exquisitely decorated navy blue bedsheet and a pillow at each sides in the same navy blue colour. The room was painted white all through and it was wide enough to accommodate hundred people without being crowded. By the right hand of the bed was ab open passage leading to a large verandah with the sea view. It had a silver rail with intricate designs fixed to the edge. In front of the bed, ten feets away, was another small passage that lead to a large dressing room looking like a mini-boutique. There were wardrobes for clothes, shelves for shoes, belts, glasses, wristwatches, cosmetics and deodorants filled from top to bottom. The whole floor was also tiled white including the bathroom. It was a spaciously designed room.
He picked up the communicator and tried to get through Desmond but it couldn't comnect. "Damn it!" he cursed, "the damn communicator isn't functioning", he said smashing it tonthe floor. At each corners of the room, there were two guards and a maid watching the scene playec out before them.
"Hey!" he called out to the guards nearest to him. "Were you deaf that I was trying to summon Desmond here? And you!" he pointed to a maid, "were you also blind the smashed communicator needs to be cleared off the floor? You're all so useless", he tsked.
They all rushed to his feet bowing deeply, "we're sorry Master, it would never repeat itself again", they chorused.
"What if I had stepped on the broken pieces? This is a waste of time, you're all fired", he said emphasising more on the last word.
The maids, about four of them, slumped to the floor horrified at being asked to quit their jobs. They had just been recruited in less than a week and had been trying avoid being on the young master's bad side by trying to stay as invisible as possible but it seemed like their tactics worked against them. Since it was the young master who fired them, there was nothing anyone could do about it. While the maids and guards left to pack up their belongings, a young man in his mid 20's entered. He had bright emerald eyes with a very handsome face that was worth taking a second look at. His dark brown hair was neatly permed and he looked at least two years olders than the young master. He was dressed in a simple but expensive blue suit.
"And where the hell have you been?" the young master enquired immediately the man entered.
'Here comes trouble'. "Young master Addison, sorry to interrupt but did you just fire those workers outside", Desmond asked trying to avoid the question.
"Just answer the fucking question first", Addison demanded.
"Actually, I had a brief meeting with Madam Xaviera", he explained.
"And what explanation do you have for my unresponsive communicator", he asked again. By that time, another maid had come in to clean up the mess he made.
"It was an order by Madam Xaviera to disconnect all communicating devices in order not to create room for any distractions. I'm sorry Young master, please do understand", Desmond apologized.
"Fine", he said slightly appeased.
"Why were you trying to summon me before?" Desmond asked.
"I was just bored so I decided to go out and blow off some steam", he paused strolling towards his bed to sit, "before all these happened. Anyway, prepare a Mercedes-Benz for me as soon as possible".
"But I thought Young master prefers his sport car for personal outings".
"Are you opposing me Desmond?" Addison asked arching his left eye brow.
"No, Young master. I'd work on it", Desmond said about yo leave then turned to face Addison, "I'd assugn another set of guards to escort you and Bernard might have to take my place next to you for a..."
Addison bolted up from his bed like he had been stung by an ant, after hearing what Desmond said. "Why?"
"I don't understand you Young master", Desmond replied confused about what he was asking for.
"Why is Bernard replacing you?"