Chapter 5 Trouble

He looked at her without his eyes blinking. Helma handed her phone over to him. He dialed his phone number on her phone. "As my secretary and personal assistant, you need my phone number" He said handling the phone to her.

" We are here sir " Peter said behind the steering. Helma stepped down and admired the huge building in front of her. The doubled gate, the fountain, flowers. It was beautiful. Donald watched Helma naive attitude and smiled weakly. He poked her arm and ushered her in. Helma walked in smiling widely, she was like a child in Disneyland. But she was stunned by least person she wanted to see.

"Clara baby come here, this is Helma, she is my new secretary and personal assistant" Donald introduced hugging Clara. Clara immediately left his hands. She looked at Helma in disgust, and walked out on them hissing. Helma looked at Donald troubled. "Clara is like that, she will come around. Come with me, you need to meet someone" Donald instructed walking to the kitchen.

"Mary!" Donald called out all smiling. A middle aged woman wearing an apron hugged Donald. She played with his hair. Donald was all light and free with this lady. This was a sight for Helma. She never imagined Mr proud could be this meek and sweet. Donald introduced Helma to Mary " Helma this is my nanny and Mary, she works her Mondays to Fridays. Mary, Helma is my new secretary and personal assistant". Mary gave Helma a hug from nowhere. "Such a beautiful child you are. Are you hungry?" Mary asked concerned. She pulled Helma to the kitchen and served her cookies.

Helma muched on her cookies, she hasn't had anything other than soda all day. Mary looked at hungry Helma tenderly. "Dinner will be ready in 20mins. You should go and freshen up and come down for dinner baby" Mary said checking the chicken in the oven. Helma smiled at Mary, she wished Clara could be 10% like Mary. She walked out of the kitchen and wandered around the stairs. She saw many rooms and couldn't guess which was hers.

Helma saw peter walking out of a room, she immediately guessed it was her room. She entered the room and found her bags. Helma locked the door behind her and giggled like a two year old. She adored her king sized bed, her big walldrobe, her dressing table. She did a small happy dance.

Helma walked to the bathroom and her mouth went open in awe. She has never seen this kind of bathrooms before only in movies. She picked a towel neatly folded and soaked herself in the bathtub. She stepped out of the shower, applied lotion on her skin, and picked a free outfit to wear. She walked out of her room, and meant Donald at the hallway.

She walked behind him like a lamb. Dinner was served. Matched potatoes, chicken and broccoli salad. Helma's mouth watered at the sight of matched potatoes. Mary served dinner. Clara sat far from Donald and Helma. She has a frown on her face throughout dinner. After dinner, Clara went up to her room and slammed the door loudly. Donald watched her childishness and smirked.

Mary noticed how disturbed Helma was with Clara's behavior. "Help me clear these plates baby" Mary pleaded with Helma Helma nodded smiling and helped Mary with the dishes. "I enjoyed dinner ma, this is the tastiest meal I have had in a while" Helma complimented smiling. Mary smiled back and resumed working on the vegetables. "Baby, unlike you, Clara is spoilt. Her brother adores her. After they lost their parents in an accident, Donald watched and nurtured her with all the care in the world. You shouldn't allow her bother you . She is probably upset because Donald didn't get her Gucci" Mary said laughing.

Helma smiled. She knew, that wasn't the case, Clara hated her for no reason. At first she thought Clara was his girlfriend or wife, but now, she couldn't lay hold on anything she did wrong to Clara . She cleared the dishes and asked Mary for an apple. Helma muched on an apple and walked to her room. She unboxed her boxes and arranged her clothes.

She made good use of her walldrobe. She arranged her work clothes in one section, her dinner gowns in another session, her purses, heels , scarfs, in different sessions. She looked at her walldrobe and felt so happy. She has never imagined she could own all this. She changed into a red pjamas and packed her hair messy bun. Before she went to bed, she saw the gift she got for Donald. She fought indecisively on what to do. Gift him tomorrow or now. She walked out of her room holding a gift bag, she looked at the hall and tried to guess Donald's room. But she couldn't. The rooms looked the same. She tested her faith. She walked to the last room next to hers and knocked slightly but there was no response. She knocked again and she heard his deep voice, "come in".

Helma walked in and met a semi dark room. She could barely see Donald's face, she blamed herself for willing to gift him. "Helma" he called her with a calm voice turning on the lights. Helma froze. Donald had a short on and his chest was bare with clothes. He held a laptop and turned to her "What can I do for you miss?" He stood up walking to her. Helma heard her own heartbeat. She stuttered "sir, I...... I was..... I got you an appreciation gift for giving me a job and for making me happy" she spilled in seconds.

Donald smiled at her without words. He walked towards her and she walked backwards. She stretched the gift bag to him and closed her eyes. Donald collected the bag and smirked " I wonder why you are so shy. You have seen me like this before miss" he said with a mean smile. Helma opened her eyes in reflex, she had a frown on her face, how could he. He should have said thank you instead of flirting with her.