Cindy's POV
Two weeks later
It was early afternoon and almost lunch time, when I quickly packed my stuff and I was ready to leave. I took the picnic basket along with some fruits, juice and bread that was in the basket. I was on my way to Mr. Felix's office as I thought that I needed to do something special for him.
Why are you doing this for him, what if he had already brought his own lunch? I asked myself, but I also knew that Mr. Felix had not taken any lunch with him to work. He was a busy man and often he forgot to eat his lunch.
For the past two weeks, I had become fond of Mr. Felix, treating him like a boss and less like a slave master. I had seen the better side of him rather than the monster I had first seen when I walked into this house, cuffed to the burglar bars like a thief.
I could not help but to think that a handsome man such as Mr. Felix was friends with Mr. Kyle and worse, why he was not married.
Handsome? Where had that word come from? I would rather say that he is averagely cute. The thought of thinking of Mr. Felix as cute made me laugh aloud. I was alone so no one would hear my weird laugh or condemn me for it.
Back in the village my mother told me that a young woman should never laugh like that, she said that men tended to run away from woman like that. When I tried to argue, she would tell that I should be quiet; women 'should be seen and not heard'. I hated that I was told that, as though I was inferior.
Thinking of my mother made me sad. I wondered how she was faring with me running away and how uncle might have reacted to my running away from home. I picked up the food basket and exited the house, I locked the house and placed the piece of paper that had Mr. Felix's office address written on it into my pocket.
Felix POV
I ran my fingers through my hair for zenith time for the day. Being the boss, I faced the toughest cases to deal with. I looked at the stacks of file's laying on my desk that had not been touched yet. I looked at my watch, seeing that it was already two in the afternoon and I had not had lunch yet. I quietly sighed knowing that I was going to have to miss lunch yet again. Missing lunch had become my normal routine and I hated that.
I tried concentrating on the files and I pulled out one of the files, it was of some major millionaires trying to bail out on child support. I rolled my eyes in frustration, because on my desk were evidence of three DNA test that proved that the man indeed was the father.
He is a millionaire for crying aloud; why not just pay the darn money? I thought to myself, thinking why such a rich man would opt for wasting money in a courtroom where he could have simply settled the child's mother.
I was about to take another batch of file's when, the office phone rang and I answered it immediately.
"What is it this time?" I asked my personal assistant. My words laced with irritation as my day had already began on the wrong foot.
"Well sir there's a woman here to see—" she tried explaining but I cut her off.
"I thought I made myself clear when I told you that, under no circumstance are you to call me about anything unless the building is on fire" I warned her.
"Well I'm sorry sir; it's just that she said she was as your house help" My personal assistant replied, hearing her say that made my heart leap with joy, a reaction that I could not even explain.
"What's her name?" I asked
"Sir she said her name is Precious, precious Manuel" She answered.
All of a sudden, butterflies started to dance all around in my stomach, and happiness was evident in my smile. I felt like a complete idiot, laughing in my office all by myself.
"Why didn't you tell me that it was Cindy— I mean, Precious?" I quickly corrected myself, hoping that my PA had not caught onto my slip up there.
"But sir I thought—" My PA tried to explain but I was already ahead of her.
"Just send her up okay" I ordered her.
"Okay sir, she'll be right up"
The line went dead and it was this time that panic began setting in at the base of my stomach. Waiting for Cindy to get to my office was the very worst of it all, as I wondered what her reasons for visiting me would be. The knock on my office door snapped me out of my panicked state and I knew that it was show time.
"Come in" I answered. Cindy's head peaked in first and I saw her bright smile and my legs felt like jelly. How one woman could make me feel like that, I could not fully understand?
"I hope I'm not disturbing you too much?" Cindy asked as she stepped into my office.
"No not at all. I actually needed a break from all this work. Come on in and sit down, don't tell me you're going to stand at my door the entire time and talk to me from there?"
I watch as Cindy walked towards me, pulled out a chair and sat opposite me. The only thing separating us was my wooden office desk. I watched her eye's trail on all the documents and files on my table in utter disbelieved.
"It's not too much work, it only looks so" I answered before she could ask the question.
"No it is a lot of work. How do you do all this?" Cindy asked me, sympathetically. I placed my hands onto my desk and sighed.
"I guess we all have to do what must be done" I replied to her. Out of nowhere, silence filled the air. It was though as both Cindy and I ran out of things to say.
"I brought you something" Cindy broke the silence.
She took a picnic basket from the floor and placed it on my desk; I had not even realized that she had walked into my office with a basket. I stared at her in utter disbelief and I could almost feel my jaw dropping to the ground.
I watched as Cindy took out the contents of the basket and to my amazement, Cindy bought just what I liked. There were sandwiches, juice and even fruits.
"Cindy you do know that you're not required to do this for me right?" I told her even though my stomach growled with hunger.
She looked almost disappointed that I had told her that and it broke my heart to see her sad.
"But sir you did not have any lunch" She reminded me.
"And how do you know that I had not eaten lunch yet?" I asked Cindy, surprised that she had known this valuable piece of information without me telling her.
"The evidence is on your desk Mr. Felix"
I looked back at my desk and she was right, all the work stacked onto my desk was clear evidence that I had not even gotten up to stretch my arms.
"Where did you get the money to buy all this?" I asked her, hoping that she had no used from her wages.
"Well I took some money from my wages that you paid me last week" She answered innocently, this leaving me to hand my head in shame.
I ran my hand across my forehead, refusing to believe that she had actually done that for me, someone that she should have hated with her whole heart.
"Cindy that pay cheque was for you to spend on yourself and not on me"
"Okay if you're upset I won't do it again, but please eat something, I don't want you fainting due to starving yourself.
"Cindy have you yourself had lunch?" I asked her.
"Well—"
"Cindy do not lie to me" I told her, my voice stern.
"No Mr. Felix. But I'll eat as soon as I get home"
"Well I don't want my house help to faint due to her starving herself too. Cindy you're having lunch with me today" I informed her, her eyes widened with shock.
"No, this lunch is for you only and—" I knew that if I had to argue with her I'd lose so I tried emotional blackmail.
"Cindy if you refuse to eat lunch with me today then I'll stay hungry"
"But sir—"
"No but's" I could see from the way she acted that she'd given up the fight and that I won.
"Okay Mr. Felix, I'll have lunch with you"
"And Cindy one more thing I'd like to mention. Don't call me Mr. Felix or Mr. Martini, just Felix is okay" I told Cindy, hoping that she would stick to it.
"Okay Mr. F— I mean okay Felix" Cindy corrected herself.
Just like that, we proceeded eating our lunch in my office. We told each other stories, I told her stories about my childhood, which was funny, because she chose to tell me African folk tales instead. I watched as Cindy chewed her food, every time she did that seemed sexier than the one before.
Dammit Felix, be careful you night just end up being burnt for this.