​Sorry I Own The Company

It was a chilly Saturday morning, and Debbie woke up with a big yawn, stretching her arms above her head.

For a split second, she forgot where she was, still feeling groggy from sleep.

Then, it hit her, she wasn't in her parents' house. "Where am I?" She thought, quickly looking around.

She wasn't in her small room with the beautiful pink curtains that had decorated her room. No, she was at Ma'am Margarita's place.

"OMG! She exclaimed. holding her hand over her mouth.

Fear shot through her like a cold wind. She jolted upright, as her heart began to beat.

"Oh no, I overslept," she whispered to herself, the panic rising in her chest.

She threw the thin blanket off and glanced at the clock on the wall and started thinking,making her throat suddenly dry.

"If Ma'am Margarita caught her in bed at this time, she'd be in serious trouble."

Ma'am Margarita is their guardian and wife to the fisherman who had helped Debbie and Daniel when they had almost drowned in the ocean.

Ever since Mr Fred brought them to the house, Ma'am Margarita hasn't made life easy for Debbie and Daniel.

She didn't take kindly to laziness, especially from someone like Debbie and Daniel, who she thought were already lucky to live under her roof.

Without thinking twice, Debbie shook Daniel, who was still fast asleep beside her as they shared the same room.

"Daniel, wake up! Get up, now!" She said, in a voice barely above a whisper, not wanting Ma'am Margarita to hear her.

"Leave me alone, Deb. I want to sleep,"

He groaned in his sleep, while burying his face in the pillow. Debbie shook him harder.

"Daniel, seriously, you have to get up!" her voice was urgent now, fear making her hands tremble.

Daniel mumbled something, turning over, but he didn't seem fully awake.

"Daniel!" She whispered again, this time pulling the blanket off him completely.

He stood up this time and looked at her, with his eyes still half closed. "What...what time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly.

"Later than it should be," she said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "If Ma'am Margarita catches us still in bed, we're done for." she reminded him.

At that time, Daniel's eyes widened, and he suddenly moved, jumping out of bed so fast you'd think it was on fire.

He stumbled a bit, pulling on his pants, he knew the consequences. "I didn't mean to sleep this late," he muttered, rushing to grab his shirt off the floor.

His movements were hurried and clumsy, like Debbie. Fear had a way of making them move faster than they wanted to. They both knew the rules in the house. There was no room for mistakes.

Debbie had to get up and start her house chores the moment the sun came up. That's how things worked around here.

And Daniel...well, he wasn't even supposed to be here this late into the morning.

She glanced at him, biting her lip, hoping they could make it out of the room before Ma'am Margarita noticed. She quickly grabbed her nighties jacket from the corner of the room, tossed them on and tied her hair back in a rush.