Worse than the devil

I stood to the side and watched the door I just repaired.

"I'm this good," I admired the job I single hanedly got done.

Praising myself for the good job done, I close the door and started getting the place tidied.

"Wait until I see that stupid Mar. I will give him peace of my mind for spoiling my door. "

How can he spoil my door just to speak with me?

It's not possible at all.

I will show him not to mess with—

A knock on my door startled me from the thoughts.

I hastily walk to the door, thinking it was Mar that was knocking on the door.

Should he be the one, I will tongue lash him until he finally confesses to his crimes.

"You—"

The maid at the door was startled at my outburst.

"I'm sorry, sir—"

"What's it?" I frown at her.

"The master asked me to give this to you." She presented a black bag.

"What's in it?" I narrow my eyes at the bag she had in her hands.