A big clock appeared, having three hands like a regular wall clock but the symbols looked different, and there was nothing regular about the clock.
From its intricate golden designs around its edges curling around its sides to having little clock designs surrounding the time numbers, which seemed to be written in something that looked inhuman, more like inscriptions and somewhat resembling Arabic even.
Damn!… I should have listened more during my history class, maybe I would have been able to recognize the writings.
My body still hung in the air, floating in a void— like space, and I watched in awe as the thin, long hand of the clock twisted and stopped at one, what the hell! I muttered under my breath.
Beneath it were strange inscription readings.
Followed by the second shorter hand—looking more like a minute hand—which moved round in a counterclockwise motion and stopped at one again, and the weird inscriptions beneath it glowed just like the before.
Finally, the shortest and thickest hand moved in counterclockwise motion and stopped at fifty-two, and the weird inscriptions glowed again, followed by the whole clock glowing, bursting into shards till everywhere turned completely silent.
"Perfect," a voice said in my head, and finally my mind shut down, and everything turned black.
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"Madam, madam," I felt an uncomfortable nudge in my shoulders.
'Why can't these people let me rest, I would not lose more than a million if I miss today's press conference, or maybe I would lose even more, but I don't care,'
I swatted the hand away, annoyed, turning as I dragged the thick blanket to cover myself more, only to pause when I felt the rough fabric on my skin.
'What the hell? What kind of material did they replace the bed's blanket with? Damn it, they can never do anything right,' I grumbled to myself, pushing the blanket away.
I can't afford to scratch my skin, I just had a Moroccan skin wash last week, and my skin was still fragile.
"Wake her up, faster, the madam is coming," another voice whispered, adding to the mumbling.
What the hell were these maids talking about? And who the hell is coming?
I am the madam; they should just let me sleep, please.
I sighed, in discomfort, trying to go back into my dream world.
"Wake up, girl," a thick accent shouted, followed by a splash of water that jerked me awake.
I gasped for air, to save my precious life, my eyes turning into slits in anger.
"What the hell, are you damn mad?" I shouted angrily, jerking myself up from the bed to stand, only to fall on the floor landing with a thud.
I turned to my bed in confusion, only to see a low mat.
What the fuck? I had a high bed, custom-made from Africa with the best woodwork, it was high, very high—even taller than me, I did it on purpose, I was the go big or go home girl, so who the hell replaced my five-hundred-thousand dollars bed with a damn mat.
My hands clenched angrily, as I stood irritated, ready to lash out, only to pause when I came face to face with unfamiliar people.
A fat short woman, who stared at me, her hands to her sides and she had her mouth open, staring at me along with other two girls who stood at their sides staring at me with wide eyes.
"What did you say to me," the woman shouted, her eyes flaring, and she raised her hands, slapping me soundly across my face which disoriented me for a second until I regained myself and returned the slap furiously.
"How dare you? Do you know who the hell I am?" I shouted, my face flaring red from the slap and anger:
How dare she? How fucking dare anyone? Slap me in my own damn house when my money pays their bills, who replaced my house help, and why isn't this woman educated, does she not know her boss?
"I don't know who the hell hired you, or whatever gave you the right and audacity to slap me in my own home, when my work pays you, your salary, but just know one thing, and that is you are damn fired.
Pack your things and get the hell out of my home," I shouted in anger.
Turning to the other two ladies who stood gaping at me like they saw an alien, "and you two, stop standing and staring at me like you have just seen a ghost.
Prepare my bath water for me, what is the damn time?
Who removed the wall clock?" I said my eyes roaming round the room to check the time, only for it to widen like saucers when I took in the decor.
"What the hell is going on here? Who gave the orders to change the room's design? Is this some joke to you? Change it all back, and it smells like something died in here. What kind of old-fashion home decor is this? Please, I don't have time for this, I have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning, and I am not even allowed to sleep peacefully in my own home that I paid for," I shouted loudly, pouring all my frustration and anger from being woken so disrespectfully—having water poured on my head—when I have a busy day ahead.
I looked up to see all three of them still staring at me with wide eyes like I had gone mad, and the fat, short woman looked ready to combust as she stood there, her cheeks clearly red from my slap, her hands clenched at her sides, and she looked genuinely angry.
Well, what did she expect from slapping her boss.
"Why the hell are you still standing there?" I shouted angrily, seeing that the girls hadn't moved.
"Madam…eh…are you sure everything is okay?" one of the girls stepped forward.
She was what you would describe as beautiful at first glance but then, she had the oddest hair color — grey. Since when did I have a maid with grey hair?
"What do you mean? Are you mad? Prepare my water, and can somebody tell me the fucking time?" I shouted angrily, getting very, very frustrated this time at their silence.
"Errhh..it's noon," the grey haired girl replied, as she stepped forward somewhat cautiously, as if she was scared.
The fat, older woman suddenly burst into a loud, scary laugh. I think my eyes played tricks on me just now, because I clearly saw her eyes flash to pure black.
"Just wait right here, and watch what I'll do," she said, storming out of the room, her face flushed red with anger, and it looked comical because her short body made it look like she was bouncing, although my confusion got the best of me, what did she mean by just wait? Have the workers in my house suddenly gotten mad?
The other two girls sighed in relief and immediately rushed towards me.
"Lana what is wrong with you? You just shouted at the madam! she is definitely going to call the Alpha's mother now, or worse the Alpha himself," the grey-haired girl said, staring at me with horror on her face.
"Lana?" I asked in confusion, wondering what the hell is going on, when did my workers start calling me by my name? And 'Lana' when the hell did my name change to Lana.
"I should be asking you, are you mad? What sort of teachings where you equipped with when you started working for me, I believe your boss, Rachel who is also under my pay roll must have told you to call me madam, so why the hell are you calling me by my name, worst of all, you called me 'Lana,' you still had the audacity to mix my name up. It's 'Lena'," I spat out venomously, completely annoyed and irritated.
"Yana, 'psst!" The other girl who stood at the side and had not said a word but observed me the entire time called the grey haired girl.
"I think something is wrong with her," she said, her voice low, but loud enough for me to hear, as she eyed me strangely.
"It must be the fall, the pack healer said she suffered a concussion and she should be good and healthy to work today, but I don't think that's the case. I think it's made her go…mad" she said adding a dramatic effect in the last word, and my scowl deepened.
"Hey, how dare—"
"I think you are right Charie," the grey haired girl replied in horror, cutting my words off.
"Are you m—"
"Please calm down and listen to us Lana, it's for your own good, the madam would soon be back, and she is definitely going to come with the Alpha's mother, then your punishment would be doubled, so just calm down and listen," the other girl or rather the quiet one said.
"I don't know what has gotten into you Lana, or why you did that to the Alpha, but just know that…"
"Throw her in the dungeon," a voice cut through the air, making the maid pause mid-sentence and gasped, her eyes visibly widening in horror, while she stared behind me without blinking.