Chapter 3 Make him fire her

Gilbert Ryan and Malcolm Horace were in Gilbert's office at the company discussing. Mr Gilbert Ryan had a renowned music producing company and their company were planning on their Russeli's sixth album that will be produced in two weeks.

"The decision has not been made yet," Gilbert told Malcolm. Malcolm was in a joint partnership with Gilbert and is the next acting director in charge of the production.

"By next week we would oversee the outcome," Malcolm said, flipping pages of the file he had in his front.

"Last year production hit the base, a worldwide nation got the song, and there were over two billion people who listened, bought and downloaded it," Gilbert said proudly with a smile on his lips.

"Yes, that was a big hit, your son was something...very talented, but I must say this, he lacked emotions," Malcolm told him, hitting home where it hurts and Gilbert stopped smiling.

"I know. I am trying to set a date for him since it might help him." He paused. "I heard you have a daughter."

"Yes."

"Do you mind setting a date with her and my son?" Malcolm asked, he hadn't had the time to look into a female for Russeli, but he was glad Malcolm had a daughter.

Malcolm grinned. "Not at all, I would like that too since she also needs to be experienced."

"That's a good idea, the both of them would be singing for the sixth album, it would be a great development if they would fall in love and bring their emotions out."

They both shook their heads and chuckled. "Let's see how far the next album will be, let's try harder to make it a success." Gilbert shook hands with Malcolm with a big grin.

Russell Pov.

I sat down in my room with my guitar in my hands as I put down some music, I felt thirsty and the water bottle on the desk was now empty.

I wonder why I had a sudden taste of water today. I have a lot to write now, especially since the inspiration is rushing into my head. I couldn't go down now to get myself another bottle of water, well I was that lazy.

I remember seeing a maid at my father's study and it made me glad that we had one. I pressed an extension button and called her in. It was something I was glad we had in this big mansion.

Few minutes later she was upstairs and in my room. I know I would have told her to get me the water while coming up, but what use is a maid if you don't make her stress out a bit.

"I need water," I said without glancing up at her. I knew she was the one who had stepped into the room, whereas there was no one in this mansion but me and her.

"Okay, I will get it." I heard her soft sexy voice and I stopped writing and looked up, it was the first time I heard her speak and sure I haven't heard a voice like hers.

She turned to leave the room but I called out. "Wait!" She turned around. I wanted to hear her voice again but, well, I do lose interest in ladies easily.

"Should I take water, coffee or juice, which one..." I said rhetorically.

"I suggest you take water since you are studying." She interrupted me and this was one thing I hate.

"I didn't ask for your suggestion!" I said coldly and she looked down immediately. "And you shouldn't decide what I take and what I don't." She was only a maid, what gave her the right to speak while I was talking?

"I am sorry." I heard her soft voice and it made me angry.

"Keep that to yourself!" I shouted and she shuddered. "If there is a word you don't use around me, it's that word, I hate it." I made it clear to her.

"I am so...umm... " She stammered and stopped whatever she wanted to say.

"Don't ever do what you will be sorry for..." I lift my eyes and look at her again, she was like a child that was being scolded for her wrongdoing and she looks so innocent with her eyes looking down at her feet.

"Okay." Her voice almost came as a whisper, she must find me so intimidating and she looks so pathetic to watch.

"Just get me water," I said and looked down at my script as I put down new keys and words as I heard the door open and close, she must have left.

A few minutes later, there was a knock and I heard the door open and she stepped inside, probably with the bottle of water and glass, well I didn't look up. "Pour it for me," I ordered her as I took the glass she had brought.

"Okay." She opened the bottle of water as I held the glass cup with my left hand, while I continued writing my song with my right hand, without looking at her.

Soon I saw water spill on my note and I looked up at her with dagger eyes as I got up from the chair. "Are you blind?!" I raised my voice furiously.

"I am sorry." Her hands were trembling. "I did not mean to spill it on your book." She immediately put down the bottled water and picked my note, cleaning off the water which has already done damage to my book. "I am very sorry, please forgive me."

"What sort of maid did my father hire!" I shouted. "The basics of being a maid is knowing how to pour water in a glass and you don't know that much!"

"I am sorry." She looked up at me with her big eyes that were filled with tears now as she stuttered.

But I was too furious to stop, whereas she kept repeating the words I told her not to. "I told you not to say that word!" She pressed her lips together.

I looked down at my note that was now rough in her hands as she continued cleaning the water. "You know what? Find a book and replace this note, after that, you have to rewrite all the music written on it."

She looked down, the tears in her eyes had rolled down her cheek and was dropping at my note. "I am so..."

"If you are then replace them!" I cut her off and walked out of the room in anger, everything I had written so far and come up with was now destroyed.

I would love to tell her and make my dad fire her, but she had this innocence in her that made me feel pity for her. Writing the content in the note must be too much, I am not sure she even knows how to write music, but it was the right punishment for her.