Chapter 3 3

"Cordaphia Pov. (Personal Maid)

I'm still staring at the man in front of me, nervous as if I need to pee. But he still has no reaction, just looking straight at me before glancing down at the papers on the table.

'Are you still remembering me?' His voice sends shivers down my spine; my throat feels dry. 'You left me yesterday without goodbyes, yaya...' My lips tremble slightly, blinking, and my eyes are fixed on him. 'Are you mute?' 'H-huh?' His eyebrow raises at my response, seemingly losing patience as I've been silent for a while. 'What's your name?' Again, I hesitate, unsure whether to tell the truth, so I simply shorten my name. 'D-daphia...' 'Okay, Daphia. From now on, I've hired you as my personal maid.'

My eyes widen, in disbelief at his words and the role I'm about to play in his life. 'You have the capability to find my favorite longsleeve; I like you.' 'You like me?' I ask, surprised by the question. 'I like you as my yaya.' He stands up after saying that, and I'm in awe of his seriousness, feeling like I'm frozen as he approaches. I didn't realize he's quite tall, almost a giant. 'Come with me.' He walks out of the office, and without looking back, I follow him. I swallow, wondering where he's taking me. I catch a glimpse of him entering the elevator, so I hurry to catch up. 'W-wait, C-cobra, I mean, sir...' I stammer as I enter the elevator; he presses a button, and the door closes before he turns to me. 'What?' 'Why are you choosing me?' 'As I've said, I like you as my maid.' 'B-but-' 'You don't need to defy my order.' I'm left speechless, and his arrogance is intimidating.

'I will give the salary amount you wanted. How much do you want?' I create a small smile, raising an eyebrow, slightly amused. Will he really give me the salary I desire? After all, I earn fifteen thousand a month in my current job. My boss is stingy even though I'm an all-around worker at home, and this man seems even more demanding. 'Thirty thousand a month.' 'Okay, I fixed it at fifty thousand a month.'"

My jaw dropped at what she just said; I couldn't speak as the elevator opened, and she hurriedly exited. It was only now that I realized we were already downstairs in the building, but take a minute, hot coffee. My heart might be left in the tower because I can't breathe properly.

Fifty thousand?

Seriously, no kidding?

The elevator closed automatically, so I rushed out and caught up with her. She stopped in the service area, where the lady who brought me here was waiting.

"Assist her and give the grant money," she instructed a man in a sharp black suit, nodding before approaching the lady sitting on the sofa.

She had a beautiful smile, not directed at me but at the guy she referred to as king cobra.

"Let's go home and prefer a lunch for me."

I followed as she walked out of the building, hurrying to keep up with her fast pace. I didn't want to upset her; rich people can be scary when angry. She could easily make me disappear with a snap of her fingers.

A uniformed man in black opened the car door for her; two of them were dressed in black. One might be the driver, and the other, a bodyguard.

Cobra sat in the back, and I was also helped into the car, quickly taking a seat next to KC, short for king cobra.

"Are we going home, señorito?"

I grimaced; it felt too formal. Can't I just call him boss or sir? It seems awkward to address him like that.

The person next to me just nodded. It was chilly inside the car, and I was really cold. I'm not used to the cold; I might be sickly with low resistance. But these people seemed accustomed to the powerful air conditioning.

"Where do you live?" I asked, thinking if I should tell the truth about where I live and that I have a family.

Maybe it's better not to.

Should I not tell the truth because if I make a mistake, he might find my family and involve them in my wrongdoing? With his looks, it's not unlikely to happen, especially since he's wealthy and can do anything.

Right, I'll just keep the truth to myself.

"I'm just a wanderer, no permanent residence, and no family."

"So, you're an orphan?"

I nodded, avoiding his gaze. It's scary because he might read my thoughts; I didn't want to look into his eyes.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

He nodded again. I waited for him to ask again, but there was nothing more. I thought he didn't care about his surroundings. He'll probably get to know me and find out some information about me.

But, indeed, I'm already twenty-three. I just don't know how old he is because I can't guess his age.

"He is a sturdy man, broad-chested and with a strong back. Tall and fair, handsome with a perfectly shaped nose. His smooth, dark hair is neatly styled, perhaps with some hair wax.

It's hard to tell his age; he looks neither old nor young, just right, but I can't really say how old he is.

During the journey, he remained silent, engrossed in his phone, probably discussing work. After a few minutes, we reached their mansion again, where I had asked for water yesterday and where I first saw the bald cobra.

"I want a soup meal today," he said before stepping out. I hurriedly followed suit.

The men who were with us earlier stayed outside, while I followed him until he stopped in front of a familiar lady.

Fairy godmother.

"She's my personal maid," fairy godmother said, looking at me with a puzzled but serious expression. "From now on, she's the only one who will serve for me. Just tell her everything I want and dislike."

She turned away, walking up the stairs with a furrowed brow. I couldn't help but think how rude she was, lacking manners.

"You're back, dear," I greeted fairy godmother, who didn't look too old, maybe five years younger than grandma.

"We meet again. I'm happy to see you."

She smiled. "I don't know how you caught señorito Stevan's eye, but it would have been better if you hadn't shown up."

"Why?"

"Señorito has a hot temper. He fired all the household staff yesterday, and we have almost entirely new ones now."

I was stunned. How hot-tempered could he be? I haven't experienced it yet, but I hope I don't become the target of an angry boss.

"No nanny lasted long with señorito, unlike his brother, who doesn't burden his helpers."

"By brother, do you mean Stuart?"

"Yes, they're siblings, but señorito Stuart is not here; he's busy on a business trip."

I nodded, scanning the surroundings where two maids were busy cleaning.

"Change into your uniform and prepare Stevan's meal."

She led me down a hallway to some small rooms. She entered one, and I followed.

"This will be your room. Here are the new uniforms, but you only have six, so wash them when needed."

Again, I nodded, thanking her before she left.

I dressed in a few minutes, with no spare clothes, not even a bra and panties. Can I ask Cobra for an advance on my salary to send money to grandma and buy at least a bra?

I emerged in maid attire, feeling extravagant since it's my first time wearing it. Another maid raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, and turned away. What's her problem?

Does she want me to sweep her pimple-faced expression off the floor?"

But when the image of a bored Cobra crossed my mind, I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen. Since it wasn't my first time here, I knew the way.

I found Fairy Godmother there, mixing something with a tray and bowl ready on the table. As I approached, she quickly turned to me.

"I've prepared food for Steven; he's getting impatient and wants to eat in his room," she said. I nodded, grabbing a reasonably large bowl. Luckily, my Fairy Godmother had already cooked, or Cobra might have struck out of annoyance.

"Señorito wakes up early, Steven. In the morning, he prefers a simple breakfast and coffee by his side. He also comes back here for lunch, then leaves around three to return to the office, coming home at any hour."

I stored all this information, realizing I needed to wake up early to prepare his breakfast.

"His clothes and everything he'll use should be ready. On Sundays, he has his servant clean his car, and that's you."

I swallowed hard; I didn't know how to clean a car. I only knew household chores, but wiping windows should be easy, right?

"Take his meal up first, dear. Don't let him come down in a bad mood."

Following her advice, I quickly transferred the food, a tray full and feeling like it could topple any moment. Entering Cobra's room was now easier, having been there once.

I didn't bother knocking; I opened the door, revealing a spacious room with a large window on the side. A table with a laptop and a lampshade sat beside it, and the bed in the middle was neatly made. His closet was open, clothes and ties scattered on the floor.

I sighed before the bathroom door opened, and Cobra emerged, wrapped in a towel.

"I can't find my black suit," he said. I nodded, placing the food on the bedside table.

I walked to the messy closet, some socks falling to the floor. I subtly touched my forehead before looking at the hanging long sleeves. There, on the side, was a black suit. It wasn't hidden; you could see it without rummaging through the closet.

What method was he using to search?

Smelling it?

Was he closing his eyes?

"Here it is," I handed him the black suit, and he took it before sitting on the bed.

"I need black slacks too; make it quick because I'm hungry."

"Your meal is ready on the side, sir."

Without looking at him, I opened a drawer to find his black slacks. I successfully found it before he spoke again.

"You're my servant; you need to feed me because that's part of your job."

I didn't show amazement at his words. So, I'll be spoon-feeding him because it's part of my job?

What am I, babysitting the cobra?

"I need to return to my office before twelve noon, just make it fast..." I placed the Slack I picked up on the bed, walked to the side, and there I took the plate and utensils to start feeding the baby cobra.

She leaned on the bed's headboard, and the view wasn't pleasant for an innocent person like me. I could clearly see the bulge in the towel. Even before I could sit next to her, my hands were trembling as I held the spoon.

"Are you just going to stare at me the whole time?"

I blinked to shift my gaze, avoiding eye contact before swallowing.

"You have ten minutes, Daphia. If ten minutes pass without finishing my food, you're dead."

I quickly approached and sat beside her, mixing the rice and viand on her plate and combining them. She didn't say anything about what I did as she was busy with her phone, ignoring me even though I had a mouthful.

There wasn't an argument about her eating. It's just that I couldn't help but shiver every time my hand touched her lips with the utensils; her lips were red. I couldn't help but stare, even though she was intimidating, like a mafia lord.

"I'm going back after five pm, just ready my white tees and black pajama."

I nodded, slightly sulking because she made me wear the long sleeve again. But now, the attire was neat because I was scared after her "you're dead" earlier.

I knew my life was on the line with Cobra. The salary might be good, but I feared she might strike me unexpectedly.

"Can I request a favor, sir?" I was a bit embarrassed, but I had no choice but to do this. I needed to buy my things because I had nothing to wear. I also needed to load and send money to Grandma, whatever amount.

"On your first day of work?"

"C-Can't I?"

"I didn't say no." She pocketed her wide phone before taking her black wallet. "How much?" She was looking at me now. How much should I ask for?

"Could fifteen be okay?"

"Sure." I smiled, my teeth clearly visible. I just hoped they were still white because I didn't even have a toothbrush.

"Just make sure you won't escape on me. Remember my words: you're dead if you skip the beast."

She turned away, and I pondered before looking at the money she laid out earlier. I had a thick stack in my hand, and as I counted, it exceeded fifteen.

Wow, is that a bonus?

It's quite a lot.

"I can't help but smile before putting the money in my pocket; I'll just go out later to buy some things. I'll tidy up the mess that guy made and clean his room first. His cabinet was really messed up.

I chuckled before seeing his big black boxer on the floor; the elastic band on top was red, and I had no idea what size it was. I picked it up while biting my lip, remembering his image from earlier. His well-endowed 'cobra' really stood out on the towel. I can still imagine it now.

I wiped my face to banish that thought, forgetting that I still held his boxer briefs, and I caught a whiff of how good it smelled. What kind of fairy godmother detergent is this? I sniffed it again; I'm not a pervert, I just want to know and remember the scent. I also want to buy this detergent; it just smells so good.

"What are you doing?" Someone suddenly spoke behind me while I was inhaling the scent, and when I turned, I felt like I got caught red-handed.

The owner of the boxer I was holding is behind me, looking puzzled as I panic."