You Better

Sam had gone to bed earlier in a low spirit. Her journey was a failure. Now Mickey was in trouble. Why wasn't her mother managing the restaurant anymore? Was she sick? Was she dead? Sam ended up crying herself to sleep.

She was suddenly awoken by a gentle knock. Sam hurriedly went to the door. She could do with a shoulder to cry on. When she opened the door, though, it wasn't Ann or Maggie. She recognized a male servant she had not seen before. He was carrying a rectangular gift box.

"From Master," he said, courteously handing it to her.

Sam took it, looking puzzled, and went back inside. She sat on her bed, set the box on her lap, and looked at it with a frown.

Why was Mr. Desmond buying her a gift? She thought he was angry about her leaving the mansion.

She untied the ribbon and ripped the wrap eagerly.

Sam took out the phone box and looked at it in bewilderment.

"No way!" She gushed.

Hurriedly putting it aside, she went to the next item. It was a headphone. Sam put it on and hopped on the bed in elation. She went back to the box and picked another gadget. This one was very big and looked like a small rectangular tray. It was black back and forth. It could be anything. She quit trying to figure out what it was and set it aside and picked the last gadget. It was a cute little camera. Her pretty face lit up with a smile. She didn't know how cameras worked, but at least she could tell it was a camera. She would figure out the rest in the future. Right now, though, she had to figure out how to thank Desmond. Obviously, he was considerate of the fact that her stay was boring. Instead of just threatening her with submission, he decided to solve her problem.

"I'll ask Maggie."

She put the gadgets back in the box and walked out of the room.

On her way. She met Monica.

"Hi, there!" She called and hurried to meet her."

"Good evening, mistress."

"How are you, Monica?"

"I'm doing fine. Do you get lost in the hallways anymore?

"Nah. Where can I find Desmond?"

"He's having dinner in the dining room."

"Alright, thanks."

She was about to hurry away but came back.

"I want to ask you something if you don't mind."

Monica shrugged.

"Ask me."

"What is the best way to thank someone for a gift?"

"It depends on what the giver is to you."

Monica noticed the box Sam was clutching to her chest and stood on her tiptoes to peer inside.

"Master bought you a gift?"

"Yes." She tilted the box to let her see the content.

"That must have cost a fortune."

"Really?

"This is a big brand. You should really thank him."

"Do something he likes."

"What does he like?"

"I'm not the master's wife; you are. You should know him better."

Sam internally groaned. If everyone just knew this marriage was fake, things could have been much easier.

"I'll just go meet him now."

"Do that. Don't forget to smile."

"Smile."

"Smile. You look even prettier when you smile."

"Oh." Sam blushed.

"Go ahead," she urged.

Sam hurried away.

She found Desmond in the dining room eating. He had not noticed her enter, so she stopped to prepare herself. She pulled up her shorts and straightened her shirt, then let down her hair.

Desmond was engrossed in his meal when Sam noisily took the seat opposite him. He raised his gaze to see her smiling at him with elbows on the table and fingers cradling her face.

What was she doing? He thought. He felt like ignoring her, but for some unknown reason, he seemed to be unable to take his eyes off her beautiful face.

"What is it?" he asked blandly.

"I'm saying thank you." She said sweetly. "The gifts were amazing! You shouldn't have."

Desmond was frowning at the box.

"What's that?"

"The gifts."

She tilted the box by one, saying Desmond stretched an arm and pulled the box towards himself. His jaw twitched in fury. There was a phone, an earphone, a tablet, and a camera. A fucking camera. He glared daggers at Baron, who looked confused about why his master was angry with him.

"Look, I really appreciate these things. I promise never to leave the mansion. "

He picked up the phone and showed it to her.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Phone." She said confidently.

He showed her the headphones next.

"You listen to music with that." She said

He picked up the camera next.

"Camera! You take pictures with that."

"Do you know how to use this?"

She shook her head.

"But I'll learn in no time."

Desmond looked up at Baron. Baron lowered his gaze.

He picked the last item.

"What is this?" He asked Sam.

"Ummmm. It should be a tray for the phone. Look, I haven't figured it out yet, but I will very soon. "

"Go wait for me in my room, Baron."

Baron bowed and left. He was going to deal with him later.

"Miss Denis, take your gift to the sitting room downstairs and wait for me."

"OK." She jumped off her seat gleefully and left.

Desmond sat there for about a minute, seething with anger. He finally got up and went to his room. He found Baron in the center of the room. He leaned against the door frame and looked at him.

"Really, Baron?"

"You told me to do whatever I wanted."

"I said no such thing." Desmond denied it, barely holding his temper.

"You said, in the quote, you know what to do, Baron."

"Obviously, you didn't!"

"Sir..."

"Not only did you buy from one of the most expensive gadget brands in the world, but you also bought a whole lot. All that must run into a few million."

"You said I could take as much as I needed."

"Well, you must have taken a little more than you should have! She doesn't know shit about those gadgets. She called that tab "a tray!"

"Yeah, maybe the tablet was a little excessive," Baron said thoughtfully. "I only wanted to make you look cool."

"You even put it in a bow and got it wrapped up with ribbons. I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't get bored. I'm not courting her."

"I'm sorry."

"Of course, you are. Because I have so much money doesn't mean I should buy an expensive gift for nobody. I don't think I can trust you with that kitchen task anymore."

"I've learned my lesson. "I'll change," Baron said remorsefully.

"You better."