He cleared his throat and I looked up. "just clean up. When you're done, there's some waste I need you to dispose off." He walked to his table. I hadn't noticed that before.
It was filled with several books and documents. There was hardly any space left on the damn table. Beside the table is a huge book shelf that housed so many book. So so many. I couldn't even see the other side of the shelf.
I sighed and got to work.
An hour and thirty minutes later, I was done. Like I said, the rooms are hardly dirty. Even the huge bathrooms.
"i'm done." I said to his back since he was practically hunched over the table. How he still had good posture is totally a shocker. Since he was still busy scribbling on a piece of document, I let my eyes wander over him.
He's so hot. His back is so broad. I just know he has a banging body underneath those clothes. I sigh. It's really not reasonable to have such thoughts about my boss's son.
I stifled a chuckle, who was I kidding. I'm certain I'll ogle him till the ends of time even though I know that I couldn't have him.
The sound of chair scraping the floor ripped me from my thoughts.
Mr Ciaran got up from the chair and headed to his bathroom. He returned a moment later with a bag. Some sort of travel bag.
"Burn this." He handed the bag over to me. "you're not to look at the contents. Your job is to burn it."
"Yes sir."
"You're not to look at what is inside." He repeated as if I didn't hear the first time.
I rolled my eyes. "yes sir." I muttered, irritated that he repeated it just because I couldn't stop staring at him.
"good" he went back to his desk, sat down and got back to what he was doing as if I wasn't there anymore.
I guess it's time to go. I gathered everything, including the bag he gave me and when to the storage room. I placed the cleaning supplies in the room and shut the door.
I then headed to the kitchen to search for a lighter and fuel.
"what is in that bag?" Mr. Thomas, the white man who had shown me around inquired before I got to the kitchen. He had been standing just few paces before the kitchen entrance.
Um why was he asking me?
"Trash?"
"are you asking me?" he asked, looking confused.
"No?" What the hell is wrong with me? Why was I acting suspicious? "i meant no." I said again.
"Then what is in the bag?" he asked a little bit more forcefully this time.
"Trash."
"open it."
Huh?
"no way. Mr Ciaran specifically told me not to open it." I rushed out a little nervously.
Mr Thomas's eyes widened a little bit in a alarm at my reply.
"he sent you?" he asked a bit tensed.
"Obviously, why else would he ask me not to open it." The man was beginning to get on my nerves. So I decided to tease him a bit. "Do you want to check? I can just tell Mr Ciaran that you wanted to see." I told him while moving the bag closer to him. I could hardly contain my laughter.
"no!" he almost yelled. He looked so alarmed. Why did he look so scared anyways. Not as if this could get him killed... Right? "you can.... You can go your way." He muttered after some time of trying to collect himself.
"are you sure?" I asked, just trying to pull his legs some more while wearing a concerned expression.
"I said no." He snapped.
I chuckled and continued into the kitchen to get the goddamned lighter.
When I entered the kitchen, I ignored the five or so workers there because let's be honest, these people were like fucking robots. What was their deal anyway. The first time I started here, I remembered putting on a cheerful expression, trying to maybe get one or two persons to be friends with because I can't be alone all the time no matter how much I want to appear 'cold and emotionless'. So as I was saying, I greeted some of the staff I met in the kitchen cheerfully, even asked for their names but the most those fuckers gave me was a tight-lipped smile that totally did not reach their eyes. And they didn't even say a word.
No reply.
I was so fucking embarrassed.
So ever since then, I decided to make it one of my personal life mission to ignore all the workers whether guilty or non guilty for as long as I work here. Yes, I'm that petty.
I grabbed the lighter and a bottle of what I hope is fuel before going out back the building. On my way out, my thoughts drifted to the bag I was holding. What could possibly be in the bag that had to be burnt? I hope it's not body parts.
Oh my God, It could be body parts or the clothes of his victims or evidence. Shit! I just knew he looked too good to be true. Sad how it's almost the drop dead gorgeous ones that are always the psychoti-
No. I shouldn't judge yet. I didn't even know what was in the bag. Could be files or private documents.
I was seriously itching to see the contents. But that guy honestly scares me, no matter how pretty he looked. This might be a test. Who knows, he might me watching me from one of those invisible CCTV cameras.
I shoved those curious thoughts aside and got down to work.
I dumped the liquid of a container on the bag, it sure did smell funny, most definitely flammable. I lit the lighter and threw it on the bag and it immediately burst into flames.
I moved away from the heat of the flames a little bit while watching the bag burn. I shouldn't be watching a bag burn like a fucking psycho but that was exactly what I did. I wanted it to burn to ash. To the point that there wouldn't be anything recognizable incase some stumbled upon it.
If I didn't get to see the content of the bag, no other person would. I promised myself.
The knowledge would die with him.
When I was certain it was all ash, I turned around and headed over to our resident, pocketing the lighter, I was already done for the day.
When I got home, I headed straight for my room to wash the day's sweat away and put on my pyjamas. The sound of my stomach growling alerted me of the fact that i had taken only breakfast so I went into the kitchen to find what I could get to eat.
There was half eaten bread in the fridge, I brought it to my nose and sniffed, still smells good. I then grabbed some eggs to scramble up and stuffed it inside the bread before inhaling it.
After I was done eating, I felt a little bit satisfied, not to the extent I'd prefer but it's still manageable. I hurried back into my room before my father returned.
Ciaran sent for me again today. It has been two days since the last time he called for me to clean his room and let me tell you, I have absolutely been thinking about him. Like almost nonstop. The dude has in my thoughts and even dreams I tell young. Man is just so pretty and sexy.
I honestly need to get myself together, he's just a man, just a boring, plain ma-
The thought seized as I laid my eyes on his beautiful features when he opened the door. Damn! This man if fine, I thought.
"come on in." He said. And his deep husky voice just rolled of me, I'd literally do anything this man says, i wasn't even kidding. Okay, that didn't sound right.