Chapter 4 I Met A Whore

Elsa's POV

"Because we are both lonely and stuck in the mansion for now."

I could tell instantly that this man had closed many business deals in life. His smooth sailing words and clear conviction erased every objection I could think of. He looked expectantly at me and I knew I couldn't refuse his offer, not when it was so reasonable and polite.

"You have a point, I agree, but a simple clause, "no strings attached."

"To my pleasure Elsa."

He stretched forward his arms and I shook it. Our platonic friendship was sealed that very moment. He sat with me for another hour while I wrapped up my laundry.

Jarvis had offered me a hand, but I refused blatantly. I couldn't imagine having a prince charming as him soiling his precious hands scrubbing my dresses.

Each day passes by quickly as our friendship has erased boredom, we keep meeting up every evening after Jarvis returns from work to discuss anything and everything except our private lives.

But there was a thorn in my flesh, Jethro's hate for me.

He seemed to despise even my footprint, sometimes I had to ensure he was out of sight before leaving my room. He would always pick on everything I do, especially whenever he's drunk, he called me hurtful names, but I ignored it every time.

I woke up on a promising morning, and I walked out of my room only to have his face shoved close to mine, accusing me of reporting him to my father who in turn reports to his father.

I was livid as I have done nothing of such, even my constant communication with my father had dwindled since my entrance into the mansion, so his accusation left me confused. I couldn't accept such blasphemy about my personality, so I stood up to him.

Jethro tried to intimidate me, but this time around, he failed instead Jarvis intervened.

He had rushed out of his room obviously straight out of shower, but he was decent enough to have hastily put on some clothes before coming out to us. Jethro knew his brother wasn't going to support his claim, so he kept pointing accusing fingers towards me. To his astonishment, Jarvis word broke his resolve.

"I told you, not her."

I didn't see it coming, and so was Jarvis.

Jethro held him by his shirt and dragged him back to the door of his room. I started screaming loudly but to my dismay, none of the domestic workers in the mansion surfaced.

He wanted to punch Jarvis on the face but stopped halfway holding tightly his clenched fist. Jarvis didn't seem surprised by the attack as the expression on his face remained bland. Jethro dropped him and walked away giving me a threatening look.

I rushed over to Jarvis who looked like he had a bruise on his left hand. We both made for the infirmary in the mansion where I wrapped a short bandage on his wound after disinfecting it. He kept apologizing endlessly to me, but none of it mattered.

My father had brought this upon me!

Perhaps he had no idea of the happenings in the mansion. He had protected me all his life, only to throw me into a lion's den for a whole two months.

"Are you okay?"

Jarvis said as he noticed my silence, I jolted out of my trance and threw him a reassuring smile, one that eludes my eyes and heart.

"My brother is rough around the edges, I know, forgive his misbehavior."

"Like I have a standing choice."

Deep down in me, I wanted to sound nice, I could see through Jarvis sincerity, but I wasn't in the mood. The delinquent had accused me of being a spy. it could have been me, he could have unleashed his anger on me not his brother.

I left Jarvis in the infirmary, and rushed back into my room. I slammed the door and let my tears flow, this wasn't it, what I had bargained for. I heard endless banging on my door, but I didn't bother responding.

I knew one of the brothers must have stood there waiting by my door but at that time, I didn't want to see either of their identical faces. If only life had bestowed upon me its favor.

My phone chimed twice and I checked it out.

As expected, Jarvis had dropped more apology which I ignored, but the second message....

Another rejection!

This was the fourth job application rejection I would be facing this week, if only I was offered a chance to prove myself at all. Unfortunately, I wasn't.I needed to get my father and I out of this miserable situation.

I cried myself to sleep with my head filled with worry, the memory of having my peers jesting at me for not having a mother, the painful remembrance of my father's narrative of my mother's inhumane jilting of us, I had vowed never to end up like her.

I woke up later that evening with a gurgling sound from my stomach, I got out of bed and made for the kitchen department, to my surprise, I saw Jarvis on my way. He looked pitifully at me and guilt filled my heart. He seemed to have skipped work for that day, but I was hellbent on acting indifferent towards him.

"Elsa,I have...."

"This is not a good time Jarvis, we will talk later".

I walked out on him despite it was to my displeasure, I was about five steps away from him when my phone chimed again, I looked at it and turned back to face him. Knowingness registered on his face.

"Yes, I was about to talk about this."

I felt ashamed.

My application to Glassdoor Empire has been approved, and I was scheduled for an interview and,

Jarvis had helped me.