Ready For School!
1071 Words
****Writer's POV****
Hours later, Carlos got to his company. He alighted from the car and headed straight into the building. His employees noticed his presence and started comporting themselves, trying not to get on his nerves.
He walked pass them, enjoying the silence, except for keyboards clicking. He had no glimpse of emotion on his face.
Pablo pushed the elevator door open and a lady walked out. She was shocked to see Carlos that she spilled the coffee on his shoes. She started breathing hard. Everyone gasped and stood up, diverting their attention to her.
"She's so done" one of them gossiped.
"I swear" the other one replied.
She fell on her knees and started using her skirt to wipe his shoes.
"Forgive my tardiness master. I'm so sorry..." She begged.
"What's your name?" He asked.
Tears rushed down her eyes. She knew what he was going to say next already. She stopped trying to please him and lowered her gaze.
"April" she said.
"You're fired. You're hereby banned from working in other corporation that belongs to me. If you're found, you'll be jailed" he said. Pablo pushed her away and pushed the elevator button. They got in and left. Everyone walked towards the girl to console her.
She was just sent to pick up the coffee from the kitchen and she was the victim. She just ran to the toilet to cry her eyes out. The news spread like wildfire, including in the internet.
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Carlos sat down and checked the contract he had received just three days he was away from the office.
He stopped hitting the keys on the board when he remembered something.
"Pablo?" He called his name.
"Yes master" Pablo walked towards him and bowed.
"Make arrangement for Layla's schooling"
Pablo heard that and blinked repeatedly. He thought his master had made a mistake mentioning his slave's name.
"Uh, forgive me master. Layla? The slave in your care?" He asked.
"Do you know any other Layla apart from her?" Carlos asked.
"No, no master. I'll do that now"
"It should be the best school. She will start tomorrow. And yes, her name is Layla Luciano"
"Noted master" he said and left. He didn't understand why his master would want to send Layla to school. What did she do to deserve his kindness?
It was the first time that Carlos was being nice to someone. He never even shows his brother kindness but here he is, being kind to a low life girl, his slave. Pablo shook the thought off his head and went to make the arrangements.
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Layla had cleaned the house already. She saw the news of Carlos reaction to his employee. She rolled her eyes and commented.
*How rude of him. He might be a billionaire and never lacks anything but he lacks something that normal people have. A heart*
She sent it and she started getting a lot of hate and like reaction. People supported her.
"If Carlos sees these, I'm going to be dead" she thought to herself and changed her username to meangirl.
She chuckled at her idea to ruin Carlos reputation. Even if she knew that no matter how she try, she won't still be able to bring him down. Luciano family has been in existence for centuries. Little Layla can't bring him and his family name to their knees.
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In the evening, Layla gently served Carlos his meal. She dished them to the plate and saw he was reading the comments under today's caption. He read meangirl comment and scoffed.
Layla heaved a breath of relief when she saw that he would never know that she's meangirl.
She moved away from the dinning table and bowed. She turned to leave but he called her back.
"Your uniform and everything are in your room. You should go try them on let me see"
"What?" She asked. Only one school in the city is allowed to wear uniform and that's the Noble High Academy. She didn't want to believe it till she got to her room. She gasped and touched the uniform. Her bags and books and everything she was going to need were all on the bed.
She had always admire the uniform of the school because it's for the rich kids. It was a very expensive school to attend. She wore the uniform and the long socks.
She felt a little bit uncomfortable because it was short and tight. She cursed herself for having big boobs and waist.
She wore the beautiful black shoes and gazed at her reflection on the mirror. The white shirt with the school's logo imprinted on the right breast side. The short pleated shirt that matches with the short tie.
She loved it.
She gently walked down the stairs and head to the dinning table to show Carlos the uniform.
She got to the door and cleared her throat. Carlos got her attention and dropped his spoon. He shot his mouth wide open when he saw her.
She scratched the back of her head and tried to cover her exposed laps. Carlos stood up from the chair and walked towards her.
She moved away from him because she couldn't tell what his motives are.
"Ma.. master?" She called out.
"Layla, isn't it too short?" He asked, finally getting himself.
"Yes, it is. I was just about to complain to you"
"It's better I complain to the principal myself. If not, bad things can happen" he said. Layla shot her eyes wide open, holding her hands together.
"Bad things? Like what?" She asked.
"Haven't you heard anything about Noble High Academy?"
Layla shook her head.
"I see. The boys there are bullies. They torture pretty girls like you"
Layla knew he was trying to flirt with her. She was no fool.
"I'll make sure to keep away from them master" she bowed and turned to leave. She didn't want to stay any second in front of Carlos wearing that.
Carlos pulled her by her left hand and grabbed the two hands pinning it on the wall, above her head. He pushed his body closer to her, slipping his hands up her thigh. She opened her mouth, gasping for air. She pushed her body away from his while he touched her waist, sliding his hands down her ass.
"What if they do this? What are you going to do?" He asked softly.
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