Chapter 2 New maid

Three months ago.

Malinda POV.

My name is Malinda Kristen, I am an orphan, I lost my parents at the age of six in a car accident, and I was sent to an orphanage home since I had no other relative to take care of me.

When I turned twenty years old, I knew I had to leave the orphanage home in search of a job. I needed a job so that I could assist the children in the orphanage home who had become my sisters and brother.

Luckily, I found a job as a maid at a very wealthy man's mansion, I did not qualify whatsoever to find a proper job, so I decided to work here since the pay was worth it.

My duty was to serve my boss his tea, do some laundry and a few other duties. It wasn't so stressful since I did all this when I lived at the orphanage.

Today I was doing my normal duty, I was serving Mr Gilbert in his study room when the door fling open. I lifted my eyes to see who it was since I knew that no one was allowed in here and there was no one in this mansion apart from Mr Gilbert.

But what stood at the door made me still, stunned. A young handsome man, broad shoulders, straight legs, blue eyes, straight pointed nose and mere looking at him I knew he would be in his early twenties since he was full of energy.

He stopped and stared at me for a long time, his eyes held a feeling I couldn't explain, but the stare was only for a brief moment, he looked away and headed over to Mr Gilbert.

"Dad, I want to talk to you." He said as he sat down at the chair facing Mr Gilbert and I realised it was his father, I didn't know my boss had a son, well I only started working here two weeks ago.

"What is it about?" Mr Gilbert asked him.

The young handsome man looked at me and then back at his father, and I knew what that look meant. "In private dad." He said in his alluring voice.

"Oh.." Mr Gilbert turned to me. "Leave us now." I put down the remaining book I was arranging on the shelf and left the room, closing the office door behind me. Outside I exhaled softly, damn he was sexy! I exclaimed in my head and walked away to do my other Job.

"So what is it?" Gilbert waited for his son to continue, leaning back at his chair as he put down the pen he was holding, to give his son his full attention.

"Dad, my music was a hit!" Russeli exclaimed with joy, he was so happy to break this news to his father, he had been working on the hit song for a while now, and he had rushed down to report to his father about it.

Gilbert grins, obviously happy for his son. "At least what you studied overseas wasn't a waste, congratulations." He lifts his lips, a satisfying smile plastered on it.

"Dad, I am about to write a new song." Russeli who took music as his favourite friends today, still with that goofy smile on his lips.

Gilbert stopped smiling and put his hands on his chin. "But, there is something you lack and you do need it."

Russeli paused, he looked at his father curiously, raising his brow, he knew he had everything he needed to compose a good song, and now he was curious. "And what would that be?"

"Emotions," Gilbert said in a simple word.

Russeli narrowed his eyes and exhaled softly. "Here you go again, dad." He was expecting him to say something else and not some emotional gibberish. "I don't think I will ever have that." Russeli crossed his legs and put his chin on his hands.

He had never fallen in love, yes he does sing a love song, but to him, love was a fallacy.

"You're singing without emotions and that is damn crazy!" Gilbert said seriously this time, he had oftentimes told Russeli about this, but it had always fallen to deaf ears.

Russeli cutely shook his head. "Alright, I heard you." He raised his lips upwards. "But I have to go practice now, you know...practice how to have this emotion you talk about."

Gilbert sat up. "You don't have practice, you have to meet people." He told him seriously.

"People?" Russeli scoffed, he had met a lot of people, and still no emotions. He glances up at his father. "Like, which people?"

"Ladies! Russeli, ladies!" Gilbert demonstrated with his hands and Russeli chuckled.

"Dad, I met a lot of ladies, outside the country and around the city. I have dated a lot of them, but nothing dad..no feelings, I don't love any of them. They aren't people I should have emotions for." He spoke indifferently.

"My company produces music, and I sing with emotions because of your mother who I love and it is a real feeling." Gilbert lifts his hands to his chin. "Get into a real relationship with someone. I can set a date for you son." He concluded.

"Dad..." Russeli looked at him like it was absurd. In the past few years, his father had always set him up with different classy ladies, still, all of them meant nothing to him.

"Next week, okay?" Gilbert cuts him off.

"I am tired of meeting ladies dad, must girls be so troublesome.." He frowns. "No wonder I hate them." His father was always pushing him to ladies he didn't want, maybe that was why he even disliked them more.

"That's what music requires, as long as you sing love songs, you need emotions," Gilbert explains.

Russeli rolled his eyes, no longer interested in that. He remembered something and looked at his father sharply. "Well, that aside, who was that lady here when I came in?"

"Oh." Gilbert picked up his pen again. "The new maid." New indeed, now Russeli knows why he hasn't seen her here before. "She is an orphan who pleaded I hire her as a maid," Gilbert explains further.

"Okay." Russeli said nonchalantly and got up from his chair. "I will be off now." He walked towards the door.

"Don't forget about the date next week!" Gilbert called out.

"I won't, I am just curious to know who the lady you will set me up with will be this time," Russeli said before swinging the door open and shutting it behind him.

He shook his head at the thought of the new date his father will set for him, he had met numerous ladies, it will be easy to brush this new one-off too. He climbed up the stairs and went into his room, caring less about the emotions his father talked about.