Chapter 162
Blake's POV
Carla left.
I honestly miss her. Things haven't been the same at all. It's like my life just got put on hold or something, because I feel like I'm at a stand still. Mom tried making us breakfast a few days ago. Pancakes to be precise. I almost chocked when I chewed on egg shells. Extremely large egg shells. I'd even say I am a better cook than she is. I mean, who in the world, can't break eggs carefully without adding the egg shells in the pancake mix? My goodness!
She then tried baking a turkey for dinner and potatoes but failed miserably. The food got burnt and the entire house smelt of burnt turkey and potatoes, I literally had to open all the windows for the smoke and thick air to leave. She called a woman, who's in her mid fifties, to come and clean up everything, the entire house and one thing I don't like, is having my stuff moved around to places I don't want. The woman re-arranged my entire room, for crying out loud! I had to put my stuff back to how I loved seeing them.
It's just been mom and I. And since she couldn't cook anything without burning or ruining it one way or another, she told Laura, the woman who has been cleaning around, to be cooking food for us. She isn't a bad cook but I preferred Carla's food. So instead of eating together with my mom, I've been eating at restaurants. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Today, my dad is coming back home. I really can't wait to see him. We usually get along and have talks, but not with my mother. She just spends time talking about fashion brands and other things that women find interesting. She never asks what I like, what I don't like or what I want or don't want. My relationship with my mom, is that bad. We are like two strangers living under the same roof. All she cares about is her damn self.
I never told dad about what happened with mom and Carla because I didn't want his bad temper to make him go berserk and ruin his business trip and meetings.
When he arrives, I'm busy in my study room signing some few papers and reviewing some of the company's documents, concerning it's state, that my dad had left me before he flew out.
"Dad, welcome home. Let me take your bags upstairs," I offer and he looks surprised. You see, it's because Carla is the one who does that any time someone walks into the house with luggage or shopping.
I don't even have the words to tell him that she isn't around. I guess he'll have to find out one way or another.
A few hours later, during lunch, I sit at the dining table together with mom, Laura has already set the table and brought lunch and left. She'll only come back later to wash the dishes and cook dinner for us. She had to go cook for her grandchildren, she said. So when dad joins us at the table I'm sure he assumes that it's Carla who has prepared the food. But when he tastes it... he frowns and stops chewing the spaghetti and meatballs.
"Tastes a little different," he comments, continues chewing and then stops again. "Or maybe it's because I was used to food at the hotels during my trip." He shrugs and continues eating. Mom doesn't even say a word. She looks so relaxed while eating, wiping her mouth every now and then with a napkin. I just watch her and my dad notices that I have barely eaten anything.
"You haven't touched your food, son," he says, clearing his plate, his fork making a slight 'ting' when he lays it on the plate.
"I'm not hungry." I actually had a heavy breakfast at a restaurant and I am not in the mood to eat again knowing what might happen next when dad finds out what mom did while he was away.
"Carla! Can I get some pineapple juice please?" he shouts and leans back on his chair.
He waits, and waits and waits.
"Son, tell Carla to bring my glass of juice to my office," he says and walks away. I turn to my mom and raise an eyebrow at her.
"Aren't you atleast going to tell him?" I grit my teeth.
"Tell him what?" She pretends not to know what I am talking about. I grip the fork I've been holding on to for the last fifteen minutes even harder than before and I find myself stabbing the table will all the strength I have.
"I'm not going to tell him what you did to Carla," I say and head to the kitchen to grab my dad's juice. I'll just take it to him myself.
When I walk inside his office he's busy looking at a file.
"So how was your trip?" I say, placing the juice on his desk. Hoping that he'll assume I chose to bring him the glass of juice so that we can talk.
"It was amazing. I signed alot of contracts and made alot of friends. I also found a way to keep the company stable, for now. We'll talk about that later. Did you finish working on the documents I left you? Oh and I see your face is doing better."
"Yes, dad, I feel better too. I looked at each and every one of the files. It's good to know that the company will no longer be in the red–"
"Don't get too excited yet, we need to work our heads off. Produce more raw materials and reach out to many consumer companies as possible. It's not going to be easy, but you know who we are–"
"The Dawsons," I say with a grin on my face. "I'll bring you the documents right away."
****
Later in the evening, as I am in the kitchen, grabbing myself a glass of vodka, I hear my dad talking to someone and I rush out of the kitchen into the main hallway, leaving my glass on top of the kitchen counter.
"And who did you say you are? Why are you here?" dad asks Laura as he folds his sleeves up his arms.
"My name is Laura and your wife hired me to be cooking and cleaning around here."
And the bombshell has just been dropped.
Shit!
Dad notices my presence and turns to me.
"Where's Carla?" he asks calmly.
I purse my lips and sigh heavily. I do not want to be the bearer of bad news. Nope, not me. As if on cue mom appears out of nowhere.
"She's no longer with us, Laura here has taken over where she le–" dad cuts her off.
"Meaning you fired her?" He glares at mom so bitterly that his face turns beetroot red from anger. I'm sure if someone were to look close enough, they'd see smoke coming out of his ears. He's livid. His fists are now tight balls.
"Ofcour–"
SMACK!
My jaw drops when I see my father slap my mother's face. What is it with this family?
"Dad!" I run to mom but dad stops me.
"Do not even dare move a muscle! I want an explanation as to why Carla is not here!" he says through gritted teeth and then turns to Laura. "Kindly, leave us, your services here are no longer required," he manages to speak calmly to Laura.
She walks out quietly.
"It was just a few days ago, mom threw Carla out. I tried stopping her but she insisted that Carla's work here was done." I continue explaining everything to him as his eyes are stuck on mom's weak figure. She's sobbing quietly.
"I told you to never, ever fire or hire anyone here. I am the one who pays anyone who comes to work here and I am the only one who gets to decide whether they get to leave or not. The guys who trim the hedge and the lawn, the swimming pool cleaner, the gardener and even Carla. This is my house and you do not get to do what you want with my employees. Do you hear me?" he pushes her by the shoulder but she doesn't say anything. She instead begins sobbing louder and disappears into the backyard.
Later in the evening, dad goes out to eat dinner and so do I. I don't know if mom went out too, but when I come back home no one is talking to the other.
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