LINDA'S POV
"Meet me at the study in ten minutes" Mrs. Clardy said to me while glaring at me, frowning before stomping out of the room slamming the door behind her.
I jumped off the bed immediately, grabbing my robe and headed towards the bathroom.
"Anders, I called shakily, turning to him, "i told you to leave last night, but you ended up sleeping here.
See what you've caused? what will your mother say to me?"
Already wrapped in my robe, my hands trembling as I picked up my toothbrush, toothpaste already smeared on it, and proceeded to brush my teeth.
Anders quietly stood up from the bed, picked his clothes from the floor, and dressed, from his boxers to his trouser then shirt, without bothering to give me a reply.
"What if she tells me to leave and never come back?" I asked as i stepped out of the bathroom, my face damp.
"What are you going to do about that?
Answer me, Anders!" I snapped, raising my voice.
"Linda, she can't tell you to leave," Anders said, turning to me while placing his hands on my shoulder, "you're my brother's wife.
she can't send you away."
"What if she does? My voice cracked. I can't go back to living on the street."
"She won't," anders replied calmly, trying to reassure me. "Besides, you're not the only one she is mad at. Just go and listen to what she has to say."
"Okay" i said, forcing steadiness into my voice.
"Yeah," Anders said, stepping closer with his hands cupping my face, pouting his lips to kiss me.
I immediately pushed his face away, startled by his sudden movement,"your breath stinks." I said while leaving the room.
Five minutes later…
I stood at Mrs. Clardy study door.
I knocked softly on the door, my hand hesitating between taps. Pausing almost, listening for a response.
" Come in," Mrs. Clardy said,
with my head bowed, I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me.
Mrs. Clardy sat behind her desk, she adjusted her glasses, then sipped her hot coffee.
"How many times have you done it with him?" Mrs. Clardy asked without lifting her head.
"Ma I'm sorry. Please forgive me. it won't happen again," i begged, my head still bowed and my hands clasped together.
"How many times have you done it with him?!" Mrs. Clardy snapped, her glare sharp enough to cut.
"That was our first time, ma," i lied.
"I was drunk last night, I didn't even know what I was doing."
I dropped to my knees with a soft thud.
"Ma, please forgive me." i said, my voice trembling.
Please, it was a mistake.
Mrs. Clardy stood up from her chair, and walked towards me, getting to the spot where I knelt, bent slightly and gave me a resounding slap on my face.
I lost my balance, i almost collapsed.
"You dirty slut! is that what I brought you here for?" Mrs. Clardy asked, her voice sharp with irritation.
"What were you doing with my son?! How dare you force yourself on him!"
Bowing so low my head scraped the floor, my body shaking as i pleaded.
"Ma, please forgive me,it was a mistake, ma please, show me mercy."
Mrs. Clardy reurned to her desk
"Have you taken morning-after pills?"
"No, ma," i replied while kneeling upright.
"What are your plans? Mrs. Clardy asked glaring fercely at me. Because they seem different from mine."
"No ma, it's not what you think, I'll take it this morning."
"No need for that" Mrs. Clardy said, while reaching for her drawer, pulling out a satchet of tablet and removing three pills an overdose and throwing them onto the desk.
" swallow them. Now," Mrs. Clardy said.
I stood up reaching for the pills on the desk.
"Ma but this is an overdose," I whispered, taking the pills in my hand.
Swallow it now!, Mrs. Clardy barked impatiently.
With trembling hands, i swallowed the pills. sweat forming on my head, mentally preparing for what might happen to me.
Moment later, I clutched my throat, gasping for air, my face turning red.
"Ma…. please…. I need water" I said, dropping to my feet.
Watching me, her lips curled into a wicked grin, her eyes cold and cruel, savoring every desperate wince for mercy, while holding a bottle of water.
"Don't you ever try to insult me again."
Mrs. Clardy said, tossing the bottle of water on the floor in front of me.
My eyes lit with desperate determination as I bolted towards the water, seizing it desperately, gulping it all down.
"Now listen!," Mrs. Clardy said calmly, "the next time you get distracted, I will end you."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes ma," I replied weakly.
"Now, go freshen up.
The cooks will soon be done making breakfast. Go to the kitchen and tell the head chef, Alina, to give you Brian's breakfast because he will be soon be leaving for work.
when she gives it to you, pour this in his food."
she tossed a small packet onto the desk.
"pour all of it, make sure he eats it, if he doesn't eat it in his room make sure he takes it with him to work."
"Do you understand?" Mrs. Clardy asked
"Yes ma," I replied.
I immediately stood up and took the small packet and put it in the pocket of my robe.
"You may leave." Mrs. Clardy said, returning her gaze to her computer.
I bowed politely and took my leave.
Twenty minutes later…
I dressed in a very revealing flay gown, my burst almost outside.
I entered the kitchen and saw Alina directing the cooks on how to arrange the food trays.
"Alina!"
I barked, drawing attention, when Alina was already standing right there in the kitchen.
Alina and the other cooks turned back abruptly.
"I said Alina. The rest of you, get back to work." I snapped.
Slowly the other cooks turned back and continued what they were doing.
Alina walked closer to me.
"Yes ma" she anwered.
"Move back a little," I said irritably, as if she smelled.
Alina stepped back slightly, waiting for what i had to say.
"Okay that's better" I muttered.
"Mrs. Clardy told me directly to inform you that Brian won't be having his breakfast at the dining hall, because he will soon be leaving for work.
She said you should pack my husband's food," I said smiling mischievously, "and give it to me.
I'll take it to him. He will be eating in his
room.
"Okay, ma," she replied immediately.
"Be snappy, I'm waiting."
A few minutes later, Alina returned with a food tray.
"Here it is, ma," she said, handing the food tray to me.
I raised an eyebrow "So…Do you expect me to carry it all the way to his room?"
"No ma," Alina answered quickly, she immediately turned to call one of the cooks to help.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped.
"I'm calling one of the cooks to assist you with the tray." Alina explained softly.
"And who said you could do that?" I said, eyeing her from head to toe. "Carry the tray and follow me now."
"But ma—"
"Don't keep me waiting," i fired back, cutting her off as i headed up the stairs to Brian's room.
She quietly followed me until we reached the hallway leading to Brian's room.
"Handover the tray," I ordered immediately.
"We're not in his ro
om yet," Alina said, startled.
"Are you trying to disobey me?" I asked, my voice sharp and cold.
"No ma," she said, handing over the tray to me instantly.
"You may leave." i said as i watched her walk away, till she was out of sight.
Immediately I shifted to a corner in the hallway, brought out the small packet and poured the contents in the plate of chicken soup and green salad.
I used my index finger to mix it well while being aware of my environment.
Then cleaned my finger with the handkerchief from my pocket, then i placed back my handkerchief with the empty packet in my pocket.
"What are you doing?" someone asked from behind me.
I froze, the tray almost slipped from my fingers.
" What are you doing?" The person asked again, with a deepened voice, now approaching me from behind.
" I'm going to serve Brian his breakfast," I answered, swallowing hard, my voice barely above a whisper.
'When did you start serving food?" Anders laughed, exposing his real voice and snorting between chuckles.
I exhaled slowly, my shoulders dropping in relief.
Immediately I quickened my pace, almost doubling my speed.
"Wait up," Anders called out.
"I want a taste of it," he added.
"It's not for you" I yelled, not looking back.
Getting to Brian's room door, I paused, adjusting my breasts, my hands hovering in the air, if I knocked now there would be no turning back.