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I eat while she watches me, the food taste so great just like the aroma; I was pushed to ask who made the meal, but I know she didn't and won't want to do anything to hurt her. I can't remember anything but I still know that women don't like it when there man praise other ladies and the young lady sitting with me is my fiancee, so I can't even do that. She brought out the medication bag, bringing them out as it was prescribed by the physician, taking medicine is another part I can't deal with but right now I don't have a choice, I really need to get to my feet, so I can take care of myself.
I took the medicine from her, taking it into my mouth and cupping down some water down my throat with my face squeezed.
"You look so handsome with that face," she said laughing out loud. She led me to my bed so I can have some rest and left to clean the table. I watched her walked away but could tell that something about her is really off me, which I couldn't identify yet, still thinking about everything, I slept off. 
"Wake up, it's time for dinner," a voice said tapping my laps. I didn't realize I have slept for a very long time, I opened my eyes and this time it wasn't my fiancee but another young lady.
"Who are you?" I asked
"I'm your personal maid, Sir," she said bowing to me. Ohhhh, at least I have seen someone I could ask everything I think I needed to know, but what if she doesn't, I said to myself.
"Being my personal maid means you are answerable to me, right?" I asked staring at her and she nodded.
"What's your name?" I asked again.
"Betty," she replied looking tensed.
"Betty was I a mean boss to you?" I inquired.
"No, never Sir, you have always been good," she replied.
"Now, I will like you to tell me the truth about everything I will ask," I said while she stared.
"Do I have a fiancee?" I asked and she opened her eyes widely. Why did she look surprised like I said the wrong thing? "Answer me!" I demanded.
"Emmmm, yes Sir, she is ...your fiancee," she stammered.
"Leave now, and never tell anyone I asked for any information or you get sacked," I said and she left shivering.
Nich, something is fishy but how can I find out what it is? I said to myself. I can't find myself taking dinner but I have to, I need to take my medications rightly and as well prevent any form of suspicion. 
Clara's pov:
I had to finish these chores tonight, tomorrow is going to be a busy day and most especially, I don't want to be late for work, I said happily. Kamara has been quite and I decided to check up on her I her room.
"Hello," I knocked on her door.
"Come in," she said slowly like she has been crying.
I opened the door slowly to find her crying on the floor, what's with her again , I said.
"Kamara,what is the problem?" I asked.
"I miss my boyfriend," she replied.
I couldn't believe my ears, I closed and opened my eyes several times to confirm I wasn't dreaming, how can one miss someone who has been abusing her or maybe she needs a therapist. I stood still looking at her and not knowing what to reply, while she cry the more.
"Well, some days are like that," I replied trying not to sound pissed. I walked back to my room regretting why I came to check up on her, people can be so stupid, I said to myself.
I sat on my bed trying to understand the missing aspect, what does she even miss about him? I asked myself. The beating, starvation, humilation or could it be sex? I said confusingly.
My phone beeped and I reached out to check the message.
"Hello damsel, sleep well with the memory of my handsome face tonight and wake up as beautiful as ever" I read it over and smiled to myself.
Men have a way of making you feel love and valued, but can also make you cry uncontrollably, my mind said while I ignored.
Well, I don't think Richard is like that, he looks too good to be wicked, I replied myself.
I laid down on my bed waiting for sleep to defeat me and finally it did.
The night was a very long night, I guess it's longer night and shorter day, but anyone it is, I love it, I can have so much time with my bed unlike the time when I close my eyes to see the morning the next minutes.
It's already a bright morning, I woke up from the bed stretching my body. A delicious aroma was coming out of the kitchen, I rose up immediately to find out who it was, I have forgotten I had a visitor. I walked towards the kitchen calmly to avoid making a sound, I was scared to my soul. I got close to the kitchen door and peeped.
"Ohh, Kamara it's you", I said sounding funny, I guess she has forgotten about her night drama of missing her abusive lover.
"Good morning Clara, I woke up to make breakfast," she replied smiling.
"You wouldn't have stressed yourself," I said while she smiled .
"It's nothing," she replied.
It's 7:19am and I need to leave my 8am, I walked into the bathroom to ease myself of some stress, after that, I took my bath. I came out looking so freshened as always, I applied my body skincare products and went to my wardrobe to get the best outfit. It's a new place of work and I needed to look professional always. I took out a pair of white trouser and a red corset. The combination looked so good, including my beautiful pair of red heel complimenting the outfit, I styled my hair and did a light makeup. I needed to eat but was too happy to do that.
"Kamara, please take care of the house," I said while arranging my handbag, so I can leave the house.
"The food is ready, you can have some," she said.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," I replied.
Kamara refused that I will go to work without eating, before I could say Jack Robinson, she brought the food to my room. I can't even deny the fact that, the aroma from the food made me salivate. I took the plate from her and before 10 minutes, I was done with everything. Surprising, right? I smiled to myself.
"Thank you Kamara, I have to leave now," I said while leaving the house.
The art gallery was close to my house so I decided not to take a cab. Some part of life is not worth it, yesterday I was working with Mrs. Tim and now Mr. Gomez, I said. At this time of my life, compliment feels like a normal thing-to-thing to me, I get that all the time. After few minutes of trekking, I got to the art gallery. Ohhhhh, it's functioning already, I said to myself. 
I could see the attendants in the bar section looking so clean and classy, reminding me of the Zen coffee shop. I walked into the space to submit my contract letter, I could feel their eyes on me but I had to pretend. The door was open and I had no choice but to Walk in.
"Good morning Mr. Gomez," I said while he turned. 
I walked in to Mr. Gomez facing the walk and I guess he was saying his office-morning prayers.
"Good morning miss, how are you doing," he asked.
We exchanged greetings and I returned the contract letter to him. I sat down waiting for him to go through it . 
"Thank you for choosing to work with us," he said giving the employment letter to me.
"You can start now, if you are ready," he said.
"I'm so ready sir," I replied.
Mr. Gomez walked me to the art gallery, showing me every space and their uses. "Please Clara, I will appreciate if you report a troublesome colleague rather than fighting," he said and I bowed in agreement.
"Thank you very much," he said while handing me to a tall dark lady.
"Mercy, meet Clara, she will be working under you for now," he said and walked away.
 "Good morning Mercy," I said stretching out for a hand shake. The lady stared at me for a while and I had no option than to put my hand down. 
"Go to that table over there and make a drawing of that picture there," she pointed and left.
Ohhhh Lord not again! I cried out. I don't want any other trouble, Zen coffee shop was enough trouble and I don't want more. I went over to the table to make the drawing, I sat down placing it carefully, Lord please, I don't want to make a mistake, I said. I'm always a happy soul especially when my drawing turns out to be perfect.
"Yes!" I screamed. The drawing looked so beautiful that I admire myself the more.
"What's the noise all about?" a voice stopped my celebration.
"I'm sorry ma," I replied not knowing what to say. The woman, Mercy, looks so mean and old but that's on her, I said to myself. She walked to my table sniffing like I have done rubbish, she looked at my drawing over times, I guess she was trying to find a fault, but it's too good to be imperfect.
"Is this why you can't let us hear," she said, while others looked at me, "I'm getting shy and I don't like it, please leave," I whispered.
"Where did you school," she asked.
I know she is talking about my educational background as an artist, but I have none. "Emmmmm, ...I didn't study this in school."
"Whattt?" they chorused and I kept shut.
"I guess that's why you were so unprofessional, shouted because of a drawing, well, you need to get back to school it's necessary," she said and walked away. I took a deep breath, it's sad fighting someone whom you know nothing about, I have been a victim of this several times, but I would have thought of being cursed if I haven't been getting favor from people too.
My phone beeped and I took it out from my pocket to check the message.
"Many wants the best, but I want you because you are more than the best."
Richard is really up to something, I texted him back telling him to stop teasing me . The work at the gallery shop was so fun and less stressful, others looked stressed, maybe because that's my passion. People kept on walking in and out to watch the art work . It's already closing hour for the art gallery department, I felt like not leaving, lots of beautiful art work and I will really miss them. I walked out of the organization and trying to get a cab to take me home because I'm always tired to trek, Richards call came in.
I picked up immediately, expecting him to be flirty, and he didn't disappoint me.
"Hello Richard," I said.
"Please call me Richy baby and not Richard," he replied while I laughed out.
"I'm seeing you with your white trouser and red corset, you look like my fairytale," he said. I turned around in search of him but couldn't find him. 
"Help help, I'm being followed," I shouted over the phone while he kept on laughing.
"Alright drama queen, just wait I will join you soon," he said and ended the call. 
I can't explain why I'm so free with Richard, I found myself playing with him and cracking jokes even without knowing him so well.
"Hey!" Richards voice called me back from memory lane.
"Hey," I said blushing.
"You are already turning pink, please don't," he said.
"I stared at him, I love your clothes," I said smiling at him.
"Please, just say you love me," he boasted while I hit his chest.
"It's time to report to my mum, Clara stop bullying me!" he shouted.
"So where are you going to?" he asked.
"I'm going home now, I'm closed for d today's work," I replied.
"You work here?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
"So, I have to walk you home," he said.
"Noooo," I immediately rejected.
"But why?" he asked.
I tried my best trying to convince him but he wouldn't listen and I gave-in.