Summer

" Do we have to stand here until he arrives my legs hurt " I said attempting to seat down " Emily do you want to lose your job on the first day " that's my friend Lideya don't mind the attitude " No but my legs will break off if I keep standing he might..no...,. " " the young Master is here" a muscular quickly cut me off

A black Lamborghini hurriedly packed leaving the smell of burnt rubber as it drifted

A handsome, well-built probability rich figure imaged

" you two get my bags " while pointing at me and " you take me to my room is Trisha hear," he said before we could even make a word " yes, she is in her room should we in from her " "well don't tell her I have arrived "

up the staircase in the young Master's room

he is laying on his bed reading like he has no care's in the world will we unpack his luggage on the ground " must he do that I mean I feel he is a mocking type "I whisper turning to Lideya " hey at least he is not commanding type " a knock at the door " how is it "

" Lissa "

" came in " a cold voice feeling the room

" you can leave " "yes sir", we answer looking down like zombies under a spell

At the door, we met Trisha the master's Mistress

she was dressed in a White shoulder dress that hung a little above her knee and therefore emphasize her curves long hair packed in a ponytail and little brands sticking out in a clipped with butterflies hairpins which made her look younger and also the edges were neatly cut and one also fail to notice her long artificial nails which were white and stylish marching her dress

we muttered " good evening madam " as if we cared she gave us a deadly glance as if warning us to respect her

Our guest looked down and left

" so do we or stay am tired of standing all ready" asked Lideya because she has worked here a lot longer than me " let's go, maybe to the kitchen and get a bit "

7 minutes later