Chapter Two
May Twenty One
Dear Diary,
I was serving coffee to one of his clients when Mr. Baron told me that he would be needing my assistance after hours tonight, so I had to be extra careful not to slop any when I set their cups and saucers on the desk; not even to allow the slightest tremor to betray my reaction.
“Yes, Sir.”
Accidents are always remembered and never forgiven. Refusing to show my fear is the only control I have left. It spoils his fun a little, but he always makes me pay for it later. He just tries harder - after hours.
He likes to drop these bombshells when he knows I can’t display any emotion. He likes to study my face for a telltale flicker of distress. I have learned to reveal nothing, but behind my mask is a scared little girl who just wants to be forgiven.
