A Maid For The Bancroft

I placed the breakfast I cooked in front of him before he entered his office. He stared at me intensely before paying attention to what I had prepared. I didn't know what kind of look he was giving me right now, but all I knew was that whenever he looked at me like that, my knees seemed to weaken.

There was something different in each of his gazes, as if telling me that I couldn't afford to make a mistake when I'm with him. I felt inexplicable emotions, and sometimes, I really couldn't understand.

I straightened at the sound of the shattered plates. "How many times do I have to tell you, that for once, you have to properly serve me as I am your boss!" He yelled, sending shivers down my arms and legs. I admit I felt a little scared because of that.

"I don't know how to cook, okay?!" I shouted back at him. What did he think? Even though he looks at me like he's about to kill me every time, I won't back down. I will never give in to him. "Why don't you cook? Aren't you good at it? Then you do it!" I raised an eyebrow, and now he was clearly struggling to contain himself.

"Why can't you fucking learn how to cook? You're my maid!" He shouted at me again. The other servants and workers also looked at us, some of them gathering not far away, listening to our argument. It's a situation everyone has gotten used to.

It hurts my ears every time he says I'm his maid, his personal maid. It's true, but it's degrading to end up like this. It shouldn't be like this, because I have more dreams beyond this.

It's too early in the morning for his temper. It's ruining the day! Nothing new though, I've gotten used to this situation between the two of us.

"Excuse me, Sir! I'm not the only maid here! Why do you always insist on having me cook for you?! I don't even know how to cook!" I yelled again! I don't care if he curses at me now. It's probably better this way. Why does he always insist that I cook when he has a personal chef, and this whole mansion is equipped with high-tech appliances?

I've wanted to leave here for a long time! If it weren't for that contract I signed back then, I would have left this mansion of the annoying Cray Laxer Del Valle! Just mentioning his name annoys me.

He wasn't like this before. As far as I can remember... we were still okay back then? Sort of? I sighed, we really didn't get along when we were kids.

"This looks better." He said to me as we looked at the paintbrush with Mama, who also serves as Laxer's nanny. I raised an eyebrow and pouted for a moment.

"This looks better." I picked up a different paintbrush. He raised an eyebrow before furrowing his brows.

"Who's going to use it? Isn't it me?" He said, holding Mama by the shoulder. I smirked.

"There you go! Pay for it! Next time, don't ask me which one looks better, if you're just going to contradict my opinion." I rolled my eyes at him. "Mama, I'm just going to buy ice cream, my blood's boiling because of this one." I grinned, which irritated him greatly. He really didn't like it when I did that to him.

"Son, Cray... stop that. It's not good to argue all the time, you should always get along. It's just a paintbrush." I chuckled slightly, Laxer couldn't do anything when Mama herself defied him. He always follows Mama. "Come here Cray, and you too, Art... come back right away." I smiled immediately because of that.

"Yes, mother." Laxer remained silent on the side. I felt like I had won against him. As I moved away a bit, I faced him and realized he was still looking at me with a furrowed brow. Annoying, he still looked handsome even from a distance... "Bleh!" I teased him and quickly ran off to buy ice cream.

"What the hell Jearri! Are you even listening? I am here talking to you and you're spacing out?" He said irritably. "I'm just wasting my money on you!" He added. His words seemed to sting my ears. I was about to lash out, but something held me back. Maybe it's because he's a billionaire, he's so arrogant, acting like he owns the world!

Not everything can be bought with money. Some things require hard work that doesn't involve money. There are things more valuable than money and material possessions, and those are the ones that should be valued most.

"Damn it! You're just going to fry a fucking bacon and egg, and you still managed to burn it! That's all I asked you to do and you can't even do it right!" The servants, driver, gardener, and whoever else was working in this mansion watched our argument. I wanted to retort that he has a personal chef who should handle his cooking, but he would probably just say that I'm his personal maid and it's my job to serve him.

Those who witnessed our argument are used to it. After all, I wake up here every day and serve this Cray who does nothing but shout and yell at me! It's like I never do anything right.

I paused for a moment, realizing that I really don't do anything right. I thought that if I annoyed him and didn't serve him properly, he might kick me out of the mansion. But it seems like he has no intention of doing so.

Every time I confront him, I feel like I'm just being pushed further into serving him.

Annoying! Why did he have to take mother away so early? I just couldn't refuse her request to accept taking care of this man she had cared for since childhood, especially with the 5-year contract I signed as his personal maid.