Chapter 8 EDNA STEELE

Dylan Mason

Master, the Moore's company has given the date for the release of the perfume. Many people are ordering it already, I don't really think we should allow the company to crash before we release ours.

I lift my eyes from the computer before me and stare at the owner of the voice for a while.

He had worked for me a whole ten yrs yet doesn't know some business tactics. My stares obviously was a glaring one so Justin only bowed down and apologized.

Although, I've not found a good architect for the perfume project until now, I was seizing that time as an opportunity to delay the release of the perfume and instead use other company's perfume flaw as a base to set mine as the best. Thinking about the person responsible for the success of that project, I wonder how much progress she's putting on it because it's just four weeks away from the deadline. After investigating her person, I knew then that she was worth the job.

I got distracted from my thoughts when I notice Justin's uneasiness which was unlike him so I know he's trying to hide something important but detestable from me . I shut down my computer and stand up.

Check where Edna is for me.

Yes, young Master.

Spill your words out.

Young Master, lady Morgana expects you at the family dinner .

Didn't you tell them I wasn't interested.

I did,and she claimed... She said you haven't visited the family in two yrs.

I knew what Justin meant by changing'claimed' to 'said'. I actually haven't met with my family for years with no valid reason why.

Cancel whatever arrangement you had with her, instead prepare the conference call with GR investments Tonight.

Yes sir, Justin took my suit jacket hanged on the chair and we walked out of the office.

The two guards standing at the door and followed us to the elevator.

Justin pressed the button.

Reaching the ground floor, I saw Edna's silhouette as she ran out of the receptionist hall and I smirked. Was she trying to avoid me?

Edna Steele

At the junction near Grey Buck, I waved at an oncoming taxi.

They hardly come here sine it is a private estate. I'm sure another reason they don't come here was the mentality that the place was only for the rich.

Luckily, the taxi driver stopped.

O25 street, I said.

That's 25 dollars, it's d*mn far maam. I tried buying the driver off by using emotional blackmail but he seemed smart.

I haven't got my salary,okay, I just started working last week, I lied .

That won't change anything, ma'am.

You know, it's hard to find taxis around here. Come on.

I'm sorry ma'am.

It's inhumane to treat fellow citizens like this, I kept a puppy face and frowned. Or are you trying to dupe me.

Fine, come in, the driver groaned and I smiled.

Thank you, thank you, I said excitedly and entered.

You women, he muttered and drove off.

I squeezed my face.

It was a 50mins drive. All this while, I was wondering why Mr Dylan gave me this job. There was really no good reason why he employed me, I'm sure other companies wouldn't even let me into their form for the interview not to talk of employing me because of my appearance. My fashion sense really turns people off . Why then was Mr Dylan not shunned?.

I'll stop here, he then pulled over at a supermart.

I got out of the car and gave him a ten dollar note.

What's this maam?

You never told me how much to pay you, I turned and walked into the mart. As I am, I desperately needed the remaining change to buy groceries for the week.

I equally heard the man cur*ing as I got at the steps. Unfortunately,I was stopped by two huge security men standing by the door.

We don't allow compos mentis people in here, I realize the guys were French because of their French accent. Also, I had been talking out loud all this while.

I had to adjust and speak their language.

Bonnuit!Je ne pas compas mentis ,I grinned.

Entré maam, the bigger one whispered sth to the other and ushered me in. Afterwards, I bought drawing materials and all that I would be needing for the sketch.

After shopping, I walked to the counter where the cashier was and she summed the price of the items.

It's 19.95 cents ma'am, the cashier smiled.

I tucked my hand on my pockets and managed to fish out 20 dollars.

Thank you maam.

Uh! Welcome, can I have my change.

The cashier looked up at me in disgust and afterwards changed her expression to a smile. The cashier was actually thinking that I would let go of the change as their mart could be graded as first class so people mostly the influential ones buy a lot of things and leave the change for the staffs. Therefore, the cashier was very surprised at my actions.

It's 5 cents remaining ma'am, you see, our store doesn't keep that kind of change.

Why don't you tell me that you're poor enough to dupe someone of 5 cents than trying to use your workplace as a cover. It's just like calling white black.

When I walked out of the supermart, I knew I had to dupe someone to get money because right now, Im broke. I wished that I would be paid my salary now but I wasn't even two weeks old with Grey Buck. Then I spot a vulnerable man standing by the road pack and by his appearance, he looked like a foolish rich man...

Knock, knock, I held the food bag as I knocked on Stuart's door again. I'm home and I wanted to see him before I went upstairs to my own apartment.

F*ck, Stuart, go check who's at the door, that was the voice of his foolish father.

Yes, I heard Stuart murmur as he opened the door but when he saw me, his face lit up.

Stuart's father had never allowed Stuart or his mother to receive visitors. His mom got very depressed because of the domestic abuse and she passed on. I had to step in and argue it out with his dad threatening to call the police on him for infringing their to right to associate.

So how are you, he asked.

Good, but busy, I came by to say hello. I've bought these. I showed him the food bag containing cheese burger and RC cola. Will your dad mind if I shared with you ,I whispered the last sentence.

Puff! He's in the sitting room. Morever...

Stuart was talking but he stopped when he noticed me looking behind him.

Papa....

Hmm, his dad tossed his head whole standing akimbo.

Stuart quietly went back inside.

Miss Edna, I wouldn't mind if you shared the...uhm, the contents in that bag with me, he grinned.

You're already too fat to be eating late food, I replied as I walk up the stairs to my house.

What, I'm just 92 pounds, f*ck you, he angrily slammed the door behind me.

I cackled and rummaged through my bag for my room key. After, I opened the door, I sighed knowing the situation of my house at that moment . When I turned on the light, I wasn't surprised to see my house as untidy as I left it. Sometimes I do think of employing a cleaner but I'm sure no cleaner will accept working in this house .... I had to start arranging things but because I was too tired to do anything, I just pushed some used clothes under the dining table and went to the rest room to empty my bladder..