Arrogant Maid. Chapter 73
2 min readArrogant Maid.
Written by Feathers.
Chapter 73
Brenda’s POV
I watched Scot slept off, I smiled and slept too.
I woke the following morning but couldn’t find Scot by my side again.
He must have gone to his room.
I went to start getting dressed for work, while inside the shøwer, I rememberex how we escaped the chef’s chase yesterday.
Scot is really clever and protective.
I got dressed and went to his room but couldn’t find him there.
Where could he be?
I dialed his number but was ringing in his room.
I waited for few more minutes and when I didn’t see him, I decided to risk going to work myself.
I went out to take a cab, I was uneasy while inside the cab. I kelt hoping the cab is not kidnapping me this time.
The cab arrived at my company and I stepped down, I had paid the man so I just walked inside.
I saw the chef walked out of the kitchen as I walked in, we did not greet.
While working all day, I kept hoping for Scot’s call but I didn’t receive any.
I started getting disturbed, where could Scot be?
After we had closed for the day, I was packing my luggage to leave when someone came to me and said; “The chef sends for you?”
“Tell him I’m not coming?” I replied bluntly to the person and he replied ‘okay’ and walked away.
Where could Scot be?
I went to where we use to sign out but couldn’t find the sign book there.
I turned around to a worker whose seat was there and asked; “Where is the time book, please?”
“It’s now at the chef’s office.” He replied ordinarily and continued what he was doing.
The chef must have done that purposely because of me.
Signing out is a must, otherwise, it will be claimed that I left work at an inappropriate time.
I went inside his office, I did not look at his face.
I just went to the time book and started signing out
I noticed he stood and went to the door but I ignored.
I do not want to believe he went to lock the door, it’s quiet impossible for him to r@—pe me at his office.
I felt a hand around my waist and I jerked back fearfully, the pen I was holding flew away from my hand.
It was the chef.