The Fire Within

Daddy?

You see, it doesn't matter if you suffered for it or not, what matters to me is the person that borough it for me. I hate your guts to the extent I can't bear to really drink anything touched by filthy hands", I refuse to b touched by his words, "why then did you request I buy it for you when you know you can't bear to see me talk more of drinking anything my hands touched?. Why did you employ me if you employ me if you can't stand my guts?".

"A butcher doesn't tell the animals he will butcher anything even when the ask", I almost cried, but manned up. It will be of no use breaking down in his presence as that's clearly what he wants, to see me humiliated and brought low. How a person can hate another like he does me is strange and totally uncalled for, I didn't beg to work as personal assistant or whatever the hell he might call it, he gave me the job willingly and now he's acting like a task master from hell.

I took up my last shred of dignity from where it lays scattered on the floor, I walked towards the door praying to whatever deity might be watching, please let me not crumble on the floor in his presence.

"I want to see the draft of the last essay my secretary typed before her transfer before the elapse of thirty minutes", he says before turning towards his computer.

I didn't reply the monster I really couldn't care less, I just walked on towards my office, collapsing on the floor I let myself cry.

My feet aches from exertion and the person I laboured for clearly doesn't appreciate it, what's the use of punishing a person that badly if you weren't drinking what he requested for you to bring.

I cried for what felt like hours, letting out all my frustrations on life, if my parents hadn't gotten in the accident that ended their life, I won't be in this position am in now.

I would have gone for my masters as I always dreamed about not working for a reincarnated hell task master.

I was jacked back to reality by the ringing of the cell on my table, I rise up on unsteady feet, my leg is cramped from seating awkwardly on the floor.

I answered the cell,

"where is the draft I requested for an hour ago!!" , his voice boomed through the cell, crap I forgot all about his precious draft,

"am on it sir, it will be ready before thirty minutes", please don't shout, am exhausted already.

" Another thirty minutes?, What the hell is wrong with you?", I can feel his green eyes twirling in anger,

"am sorry for my tardiness sir, it won't repeat again I promise", I've already powered the computer,

" you better not repeat this incident again", I nodded although I know he can't see me.

Thankfully the work was intact, I read through it before printing it out.

I knocked on the door of boss dearest, "Oh Meck", I heard a female giggle, "stop that, you're getting more wicked", I heard him chuckle but he didn't utter a word, at least not an audible one.

I knocked in the door again, a sensible worker would have left, giving his boss the privacy he deserves, but not me, he requested for a draft and a draft I've printed, ready to submit it to the Sovereign boss.

"Come in", I heard him call out, walking inside I kept my eyes downcast, I don't want to see anything am not supposed to, I stood near the door for fear he might bark at me if I step closer, "bring it closer, my hands aren't that long", I obediently walked towards his desk.

Keeping the paper on the table, I turned to leave, "have I given you orders to leave?", I can sense the anger in his tone, I gulped in fear. The sleeping beast us finally awake, it was in a deep slumber when he called about the work he asked me to type.

"Am sorry sir, I thought you were ummm…. Busy", I still couldn't bring myself to look up, I stood there like an obedient lamb ready to be slaughtered.

"I like him", I heard the girl speak for the first time since I came into the room, looking up, I gasped in surprise.

Sitting on the table was a goddess incarnate, with her golden hair and green eyes almost identical to my Boss's, my cheeks burned hot from embarrassment as she unabashedly checked me out, "mmm definitely my type".

"Clar you can leave now", he tried to suppress his anger, but it was still evident in his tune although his eyes remained as expressionless as ever, "why, now it's getting more interesting, you want me to leave?, Come on Meck, stop being a difficult daddy",

my eyes widened at her words daddy?, Does it mean she's his daughter?, I looked between the two of them, noting their age difference. He can't be all that older than her.

She laughed at the expression on my face, "your expression is priceless, but no he's not my daddy although he acts like one", she walked towards me extending a hand shake, "Am Clartella, but I prefer to be referred to as Clar, my name when pronounced fully sounds like an old woman's and this boy here, she pointed at a glaring Meka( don't tell him I called him that), is my big brother", she licked her lips, "and who might you be handsome?",

the boss stood up in annoyance,

"It's okay Clar, it's time to go, I have an important issue to discuss with him", he nodded towards the door, "if you don't mind miss, you've got to go",

she pouted, picking her bag up from the chair was kept on, "you want to keep the handsome guy all to yourself, you greedy monster" , she stomped out banging the door behind her.

He sighed in relief, "thank gods for that".