IN helplessness, Maria glanced at the new timetable that was still in her hands, freshly made and written, with Oswald's signature precision in every detail.
Each task was meticulously assigned, and her name appeared under various responsibilities. She sighed deeply, dreading the additional chores that were now officially hers.
“Are you still standing there?” A loud voice roared and she flinched, suddenly realizing she was still standing.
She looked towards the direction of the voice and saw him standing on the stairs and looking down at her. She frowned, make another dinner?
“Um, sir, please what happens to the dinner I already made?” She found herself asking.
“You can go give it to your hungry family,” he said.
“Huh!” Her eyes widened in embarrassment.
His expression hardened, an
