Chapter 5:

"Dad, I apologize for what occurred earlier today. I was late at work," I stated. "Go to your sister and say you're sorry; she's in her room," Dad said and reclined on the seat.

I acknowledged and turned to leave. I have no desire to go into her room; she's so stubborn and will never do that before her as she doesn't respect me as her dearest sister. I walked away heading to my room.

I couldn't wait for anything, I entered my bathroom, took my shower and wore a different dress.

As soon as I finished, I picked up my phone and dialed Jane's number. We talked about all that occurred regarding my job.

I ended the call, there was a knock on my door, I threw the phone on the desk, I went and checked, it was Natalia standing at the doorstep. 

I shut the door and returned to my bed feeling exhausted and I rested my head on the pillow.

Just as I was on the verge of drifting off, I remembered that I was supposed to have eaten my dinner at the moment.

I swiftly stood up and hurried out of my room, heading toward the kitchen

Natalia was in the guest room, and when she noticed me approaching, she locked the kitchen door. "Unlock the door," I shouted at her.

Natalia remained silent, she hurried to her room and shut the door forcefully. "You idiot, come out with the key," she remained silent. I went and began to hit the door.

I was standing outside without any option. My dad and my stepmother were not around.

I went back to my room, lying on the bed gazing at the ceiling, "Why wouldn't Natalia have respect for me in this house, and why has she hated me this way? And if I reported her to our Dad he wouldn't believe me." I said angrily, murmuring to myself. Later I fell asleep.

I woke up the following morning and prepared for work as usual. I went to the guest room and saw my Dad holding his bag. "Father, are you heading out now?" I inquired.

"Yes, it's my time to leave. Be a nice girl and avoid any trouble, sweetheart, alright?" My Dad mentioned.

I nodded and walked over to the dining table. I had a small portion of the breakfast that was made, then took my Dad's bag and went outside with him. We walked along the road, hunting for a taxi.

Later, we discovered one. Fortunately, my job was not far away from the airport, so I chose to travel with my Dad. We entered the taxi together and informed the driver of our destination.

As we drove through the traffic, the car was silent. After a while, I started the conversation.

"Dad, I hope you've talked to your wife and told her to stop treating me badly," I said. 

My Dad stared at me and said, "Your stepmother has always been a caring woman. You can't see it because you're influenced by your mom's death." 

I became angry. "I know you're happy about her death, You're always supporting that bitch!" I yelled. 

My Dad's face turned angry. "How dare you call my wife a bitch?" he snapped. 

The driver glanced at us through the mirror as we kept arguing, shouting at each other. 

"Wow, you two really have some serious issues," the cab driver said and kept on looking at us.

"Shut up!" My dad and I yelled at him at the same time. 

The driver looked at my father. "Hey man, I understand what you're going through. If you need someone to talk to—" 

"Just shut up and take me to the airport!" my Dad yelled. 

I had enough. "Stop the car! Stop it now!" I shouted.

The car slowed down and stopped. I quickly opened the door, got out and started walking away without closing the door. 

"Get back in here right now!" my Dad yelled after me. 

I glanced at him, my voice brimming with anger. "You and your foolish partner can go take a hike!" "I wish you would never return home!" I yelled, turned around, and slammed the door closed.

My Dad just sat there, watching as I walked away and got into another cab. As my cab drove off, I saw him sigh. 

Anger filled his face.

The driver sighed, then started the car and drove off. 

I finally arrived at the restaurant and walked in with a sad face. Miss Rose, my boss, noticed right away and came over to me. 

"Are you okay?" she asked. 

I just nodded, not wanting to talk about it. 

The sadness stayed with me all day. But suddenly, my mood changed when I saw a car park in front of the restaurant. 

I stretched my neck, trying to see who it was. Then I recognized him—it was that rich, shy boy who had come in yesterday! 

This time, only two of them came. I thought about asking where their friends were, but then I shook off the idea. It wasn't necessary. 

I just stood there and watched as they walked in.

The men entered the restaurant and called me to take their orders. I inhaled deeply, then approached their table and cleared my throat.

"Good morning, sirs. I apologize for being too forward yesterday." I remarked, gazing at Richard sitting down.

He did not respond. He simply looked at me with a strange look.

"Oh, is he deaf too?" I asked, not speaking to anyone in particular. 

His friend placed his hand over his mouth, attempting to suppress it. I laugh. Yet he was unable to restrain it—he suddenly erupted in laughter.

I looked at him, puzzled. The other guys began to laugh too, which made it even stranger.

"Well, I believe his friends have problems as well. What an unusual friendship?" I mumbled and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, I returned with their food and served them. Just as I expected, the shy guy didn't eat anything. 

I left their table and focused on serving other customers. When I was done, I sat down and glanced at them. His friend was talking to the quiet guy, and I noticed him nodding at something his friend said. 

"Maybe he's just shy. Yeah, he must be. He can obviously hear what he's saying," I thought to myself. 

Then, his friend pointed at me. 

My heart skipped a beat. I felt nervous when I saw him stand up and walk toward me.

"Hey, my friend thinks you might be a good maid. Would you consider working for us?" he asked. 

"What? I can't just quit my job here and—" 

"The pay is 500 dollars per week," he interrupted. 

"Wow, 500 dollars per week? I accepted!" I said excitedly. 

The offer was too good to refuse. I quickly gave him my home address so they could come to pick me up later that day. He nodded and returned to his table to finish his meal. 

After they left the restaurant, I rushed happily to Miss Rose and told her everything. She congratulated me, and I decided to go home immediately to prepare. 

"Oh, one more thing," I said, then walked to the manager's office. 

I pushed the door open without knocking.

"I told you to always knock and wait for confirmation before coming in!" the manager yelled angrily. 

"If you repeat this next time, you might get yourself fired," he snapped. 

I looked at his sweaty face and immediately felt something was off. But I didn't care. 

"I actually came to tell you that I quit," I said. 

His demeanor shifted. "Oh, that's great news." "I hope all is well for you," he answered.

The manager gazed at me, "I wish you success in your future pursuits. Could you please exit my office now?"

I got up, moved toward the door, then turned and glanced back at him.

"I noticed her concealed under the table," I remarked, then I turned to exit the office as he stood up quickly.