His personal maid

"How can you be so careless huh... couldn't you have done one thing at a time...this is an iron it's hot and you burned yourself, "I said in one breath as I continued to blow on his wound. I didn't even care what he said because he was so careless as to iron something while he was eating and working 

"It's too red...I need some cream to apply on it" I said and only when I lifted my head did I realize what I had just done. My hand loosened around his large hand when I found him staring at me with a blank expression. His eyes were rather soft as if he was shocked at my sudden approach. 
I felt ashamed seeing how I was standing close to him holding his hand and looking at him, his upper body was bare. I guessed the shirt he was ironing was the one he was supposed to wear

"Ms. Payton" he mumbled questionably more like he was being forced to voice out my last name, his tone was rather distant and his voice sounded throaty that I failed to understand what I just did and why I rushed to him so fast

Looking around I saw how scattered his bed was. There were some open files, a tray of breakfast, the shirt he was ironing, and his laptop. The phone had fallen to the floor and disconnected

"I...I mean...it's not a good idea to do..ahem...so many things at the same time" I said as I let go of his hand and slowly moved backward. My head lowered a little, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. Victor shifted around and I hoped he didn't scold me for entering his room 

"Ms. Payton do you perhaps have a better idea" he spoke and I instantly looked up at him and he had turned to his breakfast. He didn't take the sandwich but shoved the tray aside and slammed a few open files shut. He then moved to his laptop and my eyes narrowed seeing how he was shaking his right hand I knew the burn was hurting

"Let me help...you can eat your breakfast," I said as I shoved him away. He made a lot of mess. Was he working the entire night for his bed to be so scattered? I mean it looked like he slept on a mountain of his files without even covering himself  because the bed looked made although as if he had slept on it

"Ms. Payton I can…"

"You can pay me later...I thought you had so many servants to iron your clothes but why are you doing it? ''I cut him off and I took the iron which had fallen over and luckily it didn't burn anything. I arranged his blue shirt and tasted the iron and it was okay. Victor didn't say a word but I felt his gaze on me which I ignored

"I do my work," he said and I stopped what I was doing and looked over my shoulder he had walked to the nightstand and was pouring himself a glass of water. What did he mean by he did his work? Did this mean after the death of his wife, Victor managed his day-to-day routine? The man was too busy to even lift a sandwich talk of ironing his clothes

"Okay so from now on...you have employed me as your maid...I'd do your work...arrange your bed and fix your files and iron all your clothes and you will pay me" I said with a smile and bent back to do my work. I didn't shy away from such things. I loved working hard and earning my own money

"Excuse me?" he said after some time and I looked back and found him staring at me. I failed to understand why he was shocked by my simple offer. He had to admit despite being a reputed businessman he was not Superman. I could work for him. In Fact from childhood, I always did such things. 
I learned how to iron when I was five years old. I could work and do all sorts of things so I could work for him if he wanted.
 I was tired of sleeping and people attending to me. I wasn't used to living such a lazy life hence I could justify myself with tending to him

'`Yes...you can pay me for everything every month...I allow you to fix my salary" I told him with a wide smile and I switched off the iron and turned to him "done" I added as I handed him his freshly ironed shirt. He scanned it with his eyes narrowed as if he was checking if it was good and I smiled even more as I extended it to him.

 


***

Victor failed to understand why his surrogate chose to ignore all the rules he gave her. She was impossible and never followed straight instructions and now she barged in his room and demanded to be his maid. 
Yes, he was a lot busy. He had so many things to do that included eating, checking for new emails, and replying to them. Ironing his shirt which she did like a professional

"Ms. Payton, why do I feel like...you are a professional businesswoman about to trap me?"Victor asked his surrogate as he took his shirt and set it aside. He was in a good mood not sure why but he just didn't know why he was entertaining the likes of his troublesome surrogate and like a child, she giggled and turned to his bed. 
She dropped down and started gathering his files. His question wasn't so funny but she seemed comfortable with him. She proved to be the only woman who ignored all his cold rules and actually

"Nah...sir...I like to be just like you...I want to be a businesswoman and run my own company...I want to be a boss and give orders as well as…"Victor was stunned when she blurted out the words like some sort of computer chip she was faster than anything he had ever heard that he froze as he looked at he had seen how expression dropped when she was caught in the act

She scratched the back of her neck, cleared her throat awkwardly"Ahem...well...I'll get back once you are done" and like a thief in the night she rose from his bed, bowed awkwardly at him, and stormed away from his presence. 
Victor shifted his gaze to her retreating form and was confused until the door slammed loudly did he regain his wits and shifted his eyes to his hand which was hurting a little

"Isn't she afraid of me?"Victor muttered questionably, not sure why the little surrogate wasn't afraid of him. She was supposed to fear him and tremble at his sight and the mention of his name but she seemed too