• •• Sheila’s POV • ••
"OMG!.." His voice was so loud, so thunderous that I can't stop thinking about his last words. His eyes had warped into dismal black rendering him unusual. No word can describe the bitterness in his glance.
"I simply said the truth and nothing else. Perhaps he is ashamed a lady (or black lady) covered his ass up." Searching for consolation in my mind to pacify the act perpetrated. Yet in vain.
I can't stop blaming myself for babbling more than necessary. I feel like halting work and going back home. Now, I don't feel as doing anything. I just wanna lay on my bed, watching a sorrowful movie and repose my drowning heart. I'm suffering as if someone dear has been murdered because of me. I know it's kind of exaggerated but it's simply how I feel.
"I don't think I will be able to stand Mr. Freddy again. What if I run to him and apologize?. Perhaps then I will have peace of mind!... Oooh, I don't know what to do!." I cry as I take a seat at the reception with my face plugged in my hands. "And, I don't think he wants to catch a glimpse of me right now!."
I rise from the seat moving to the elevator with my glance down on the ground. I lean in the elevator still with my head down. As the elevator portals get nigher someone interrupts placing his leg in the middle of the door causing the lifter portals to widen.
In dismal I sluggishly lift my head to check who it is interrupting ‘my lifter’. I know I sound pathetic but right now I'm mad at the whole world. Thou it's all my fault.
My weary eyes hit his stare and he softly smiles at me. I wiggle my stare in a weary mood. I'm a little bit disappointed though deep within me I knew that what I desired is possible. I desire to catch a glimpse of Freddy entering this f*cking lifter.
"Why can't I get him out of my mind?." I cry deep within as I fake back a smile at the guy who just enter the lifter.
Unexpectedly, I find myself out of the lifter without realising it because I was lost in my thoughts.
"It's better I apologize to kill this guilt burning me deep inside!." I scramble back into the lifter to go meet Freddy and to give him a damn apology.
I'm practically running in the building and it's forbidden to run in.
"And where the hell are you running to?. Where have you been, Sheila?. You know it's forbidden to run in these premises!." Our mentor raises her voice at me and obstructs my path forward with her bitter glance fix on me.
This freaks me out.
"Sorry, ma’am!. I'm... I'm going..." I can't stop peeking ahead of her hoping to catch a glance at Freddy.
Unfortunately, he is too far away from me. Worst with our giant mentor obstructing my way and view. This makes me fume in wrath with my mouth getting tighter as it's slightly vibrating.
She doesn't give a damn about how I feel. "Move up to the kitchen and get all those commands served into their respective rooms." She orders. I try to flinch as she adds. "Be fast about it!." yelling. I shudder at the loud sound of her voice which is more of a slap in my face. I stand steel.
"Okay, ma'am!." I reply with a boiling fury swelling inside me as she kills any atoms of hope I had to meet Freddy. I keep frowning, clenching my fists, and I helplessly walk away.
"Hurry up!. That is what you are been paid for!." She keeps yelling as I walk away. Damn!. I hate her irritating voice.
I don't know if I will ever get the opportunity to meet Freddy again and he is so private. The last time I checked he didn't want to ever see me again.
"What if I quickly do what I have to do in the kitchen and go back to him before he leaves the pole. Perhaps I will find him there!."
"Sheila is moving to the kitchen!." Our mentor announces on her walkie-talkie. "Ourrr!." I cry.
In the kitchen, "Command for room 146, room 36, etc..." Cooks shouting all over. It seems so busy, here.
I start working. Moving to the restaurant to the rooms, to the compounds attending to very demanding and disrespectful client. Some underlook me because of my skin color. As if they can create a human being. Some Racists set of humans.
OMG!. I just feel as fighting with every one of them.
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"I can finally rest for a while!." I fall on a couch found in our locker room about an hour to the end of my service. After hours of crazy work.
I peek around like a thief and our mentor is nowhere to be found. ‘Great opportunity’ I tell myself.
I hurried to the private swimming pole with a huge smile on my face filled with hope to finally do what I have to do.
As I reach the pole, the door leading out is locked. I force to open it in vain. It's locked and there is no one in.
I peek in through narrow spots. I see it empty. This is more thank a bullet in my cranium. I fall, leaning on the door very disparate.
"I guess this is how it ends.” I cry. “However, it was to good to be real!." I stand there for a couple of minutes lamenting. Then I am finally walkway.