AMELIA'S POV

"That was the prettiest." I said loud enough for him to hear but that controlling monkey kept rejecting my designs, one after the other.

With my hands on my hips and lips in thin line, I narrowed my eyes at the only paper lying in front of me.

What's going on? Okay rewind.

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I knocked on his double doors with the file containing my best ten designs.

"Come in." Hearing his husky voice which was now normal for me, I poked my head inside and looked around. He was sitting in his seat, probably typing some poop in his laptop. I entered the room. Standing in front of him I cleared my throat.

"I know you're here, Miss. Primrose." He said averting his eyes towards me.

"Here." I placed the file in front of him.

He took the file and stuck out all the designs from it. I creased my brows at him but kept silent.

He swished the first design towards me saying, "Not eligible." My eyes widened at him and I was going to protest but he swished the other design at me. I quickly held it before it reached the ground.

Another swish.

And another swish. Swish. Swish.

"Hey!" I held the 5th design as he kept swishing my designs in the air with an emotionless face.

Okay present!

I stared at the only one design on the table which was approved by him. He slid the paper in front of me.

"Here. I want five more designs like this. Otherwise you will not leave." He said sternly.

"Its 2:00 PM. I can't make five more like this in just two hours!" I exclaimed keeping my voice low which was really hard for me especially when I had that loud speaker stuck in my throat. Another thing that I was practicing here, in Knight's, other than my designing skills was keeping my voice low.

"I don't care. This is how it works here. This company wouldn't be in this high place if its employees did what they like. Things work here according to me. So, Miss. Primrose, without wasting more of my time with your useless demands, go back to your place." He said as he began typing on laptop.

"Please."

He ignored. I'll try again.

"Please! I'll do it at home. You can trust me with this. I really need to go home early today and my head also hurts." Olaa! Last one was a lie but I really need to go home early because I had to visit that new cinema opened in the block. I had already promised all the children to take them to watch Cinderella.

No response.

"Okay I can do one design here and the rest at home?"

No response.

"Two more designs?" I asked crouching a little so he could see my puppy eyes. But he again ignored me.

"Two more designs or I'll sing loudly." Shìt. Why the hell did I say that? Why would I sing loudly in front of my boss?!

He glanced at me and again ignored me. I thought for a second. He is ignoring me right now. What will he do if I actually start singing?

I shrugged the thought off. I think I should just keep my mouth shut.

But really what will he do?

I'll wait for ten seconds. If he says something, then I will leave without spluttering inappropriate words, and if he keeps ignoring me, then I'll get rid of my nagging curiousity. That's it.

One. Two. Three.

Say something!

FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

I am going to get myself embarrassed.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

Nine.

Nine?

Ten.

"Okay then." You called for it buddy!

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes.

"There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fever pitch is bringing me out of dark,"

I heard a loud groan but I kept singing,

"Finally I can see you crystal clear,

Go ahead and sell me out and I lay your ship bare,

See how I'd leave with every piece of you,

Don't underestimate the things that I'll do!

There's-"

"Stop it!" I heard him shout and my eyes snapped open.

Oh god! He's fuming with anger. He's going to explode. Now, I get it. Your boss shouts like a maniac when you sing in front of him. I began gathering my files and designs with my shivering hands all the while nervously looking at him.

Apologise. Yes, Apologise.

"I-"

"Okay! No designs for today! Get out!" He screeched.

"I-"

"Get out!" He seethed.

No, apologise. Save your life. I stumbled back and quickly rushed out of his room.

I leaned back on his doors.

I must have a great voice.

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"QUIET!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

Ughhh these kids.

"The one who keeps quiet for an hour will get chocolate cupcake." I announced and ha!

Pin drop silence. I felt bad for them though. We cancelled the plan for cinema because we thought they're going to play Cinderella. But they were playing, Lucy and I've seen it several times now.

"Good. Now Dwayne and Madeleine you both are going to make a landscape while Tara, you and George you will write a poem about each other." I sighed and leaned into the couch as kids kept doing their tasks.

My phone beeped and saw an unknown number calling. I rejected the call and kept watching the children. My cell beeped again and I cut the call.

Beeping.

God.

"Who's this?" I received the call.

"Miss. Primrose?" I am done.

"Mr. Knight? Y-Yes?" I stammered.

"Call Dwayne." He ordered.

"He's busy." I said rolling my eyes although he can't see me.

"Call him, now." he said emphasizing each word.

"Dwayne?" I looked back at him, "DWAYNE?! OH MY GOD!" I quickly cut the call and ran towards him.

"Oh my god Dwayne! What have you two done?!" I groaned looking at Madeleine and him. Both of them were smiling at me goofily with paint all over their face and clothes while Tara and George were laughing their brains out.

And then I did what I could do in such situation and they did what they do best. I began scolding them and they began giving me their puppy eyes. After five minutes, when I thought I was done, I heard the door bell.

"Stay here." Giving them a stern look, I went to open the door just to reveal a very angry Alarick Knight.

"Heyyy!" Mady and Dwayne chimed standing behind me and poking their heads out to see Mr. Knight. They'll never change. Kids.

I rolled my eyes.

"Madeleine! Dwayne! To my room, right now." I shouted and they scurried off with Tara and George behind them.

I sighed as I stepped aside for Mr. Always Angry to come in. He entered the house and I noticed he wasn't in his formal attire instead he was wearing a gray button down with rolled up sleeves and black jeans.

And he was looking extremely and utterly se-

Shut up Amelia!

I quickly closed the door and gestured him to follow me but the scowl on his face made me to scowl too.

"What?" He asked looking at me.

"What?" I questioned him back.

"Why are you scowling?" He asked slipping his hands in his pockets.

Why so calm Mr?

"Because you are scowling." I answered. He rolled his eyes and took a seat in the couch.

He was looking around as if judging my place.

"What are you teaching Dwayne?" He asked looking straight at me as I took a seat on the other couch.

"Um...I help him with his homework and we do some extra activities." I bragged.

"And those activities includes?" He asked suspiciously which caused me to frown.

"Painting, Writing, and-"

"Singing?" He asked flabbergasted.

"Uh.. I was thinking about starting it since we have a lot of time after doing homework but-"

"No. Don't think about it." He said sternly.

"Why?"

"I'll cut your salary if you try to teach my kid singing." He stood up.

"Okay."

He sighed.

"But why?" I asked again.

"Because you sing like a freaking Hyena!"

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Thanks for reading..!

Till the next time,

-Shanza