Micheal POV.
I wonder who is ringing the doorbell repeatedly as I continue playing the keyboard, the sounds keep breaking my rhythm.
Santos knows how much I hate to be disturbed when I am working; once I open that door, I will give him a piece of my mind.
"You know how much I hate disturbance when I am working, why the fuck do you have to...….." I was saying as I opened the door, but I stopped mid-sentence, the words dying in my throat as I took in the person standing before me.
She looked surprised at the language I just used before her, and I felt myself blush a little; I don't swear before ladies.
My eyes roamed her outfit, and I have to say I was surprised; she looked pretty good, all cleaned up with her new hairstyle and the new gown; she could easily pass for a lady of class.
When I looked up into her face, I saw questions in her eyes. It seemed she had noticed my surprise, and I quickly masked my face, my expression turning back to the blank one I always wear, and my lips turned up in a smirk.
"Why do you always have to choose such a depressing color?" I asked before I could even stop myself.
She looked hurt for a second, and I almost took my word back, and then her face reflected anger.
"You wouldn't know what brightness is if it comes up to you and bites you in the face!" She said with anger and I looked at her in shock.
No employee had ever dared address me in that manner, I don't know what to do for a second.
"Do you want to come in or do you plan on standing there all day?" I asked, ignoring her words, and she blushed in embarrassment.
As she stepped into my apartment, she stood frozen for a second, before she started looking around with open-mouthed amazement.
Of course, she should be amazed, my apartment is one of a kind, and I am not bragging.
It's almost like she had forgotten that I was in the apartment with her; as she started moving about, looking at everything, I smirked at her when she jumped on the comfort couch, then my pictures, the numerous awards on my wall, I surely haven't had any personal assistant like her.
She moved off to my instrument and was about to touch the grand piano that I set up in the living room area; I moved with an amazing speed and caught her hand before she could lay her hand on it.
She looked up at me, shocked; I felt her skin beneath my palm, smooth and soft; she looked from my face to my hand on her arm.
I got the message as I quickly released her arm and cleared my throat.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat.
"You are not here to take a tour, you are here to work, and if you are going to work with me, you will need to understand some things, it will be better if you get a pen because I don't speak twice," I warned and she looked at me, her expression saying I must be crazy.
"My rules are pretty straightforward, the first of which is you must never touch my instrument," I said. She looked at the piano, understanding why I held her hand earlier, and she nodded her head.
"Here is a key card and a key; you will come in through the maid's door," I said, pointing to a door that led to the stairs, and I could swear that she rolled her eyes at me.
"And after you move in with me, you must never touch anything that doesn't belong to you, except for kitchen utensils and the stuff in your room, which of course you must keep clean at all times,"
"You must under no circumstances lay your hands on me, no touching, you can enter any room in this house except my room, which I will show you later, and the one beside it, and you can enter my studio only by my permission," I continued and she just kept looking at me.
"Another thing I detest is noise and disturbance, I hate noise especially when I am working, and do not pace in front of me ever, keep to yourself except I need your service, I hate dirtiness too, the laundry department comes twice a week, you can get them to do your laundry, and under no circumstances should I hear LinYan come out of your mouth," when I looked at her, she appeared like she had seen a ghost.
"Are you listening to me?" I snapped at her, and it seemed she was surprised as she staggered backward, and crashed into my piano, making it land on the floor with a loud boom...….
I tried to catch it, but I was too late, I stared unbelievably at the instrument on the floor.
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Meiling's POV.
I looked at the broken piano on the tiled floor and back at LinYan's face; his face was filled with so much rage I wondered if he would kill me.
I felt tears spring to my eyes; I don't know when I zoomed out on him and how this had happened; I just knew I was surprised when he snapped at me, and then I staggered, only for the piano to land on the floor.
"Do you know how much this costs? Even if I am to sell off your intestines, the money will not cover it!" He yelled at me angrily, his fist clenched by my side.
"You are heartless and cruel; how dare you compare my body to this broken thing. Obviously, that is why you have no friends, and you are lonely, and you will grow up alone with only this instrument to play with; I wonder, can you make children with them then!" I yelled back angrily before I could stop myself, jabbing my finger in his chest.
"You are fired," he said coldly and it seems he meant it this time around.
"I never wanted to work for a rich brat anyways," I said and headed out of the apartment, dropping the key card he had given me.
"Take your damned luggage along, damn!" He shouted, kicking them but I ignored him as I stepped out of the apartment with tears streaming down my face.