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<p>I waited for over 30 minutes, but he still didn’t come out. I went back to the gym to check on him. To my surprise, he wasn’t in the room. I started looking around and noticed a door inside the gym. Slowly, I approached the door and entered, only to find myself in the young man’s bedroom.</p><p>Before I could say anything, I saw him standing in front of a mirror, fixing his hair. It was clear he had just taken a shower. He was wearing black trousers and a fitted white shirt that hugged his body slightly.</p><p>I raised my eyes to take a good look at him. Ya Salam! That’s all I could say after seeing him.</p><p>His skin was fair and flawless. His thick, neatly trimmed hair was styled to perfection. His neatly kept beard added a level of charm to his face. He had big, dark brown eyes with well-defined eyelashes, and his eyebrows were thick and connected. He had a long, straight nose, and his lips were perfectly shaped and naturally red as if he had applied lipstick. He was tall, with a broad, open chest and strong arms.</p><p>Everything about him screamed masculinity and power. One look, and you could see he was the epitome of a true man—radiating charisma and confidence.</p><p>He picked up a black sweater with white stripes and put it on over his white shirt. He then sprayed himself with various expensive perfumes. Within seconds, the entire room was filled with his captivating scent.</p><p>He turned gracefully and went to his shoe rack. He picked out soft white slippers, slid them on, and grabbed his iPhone 7 Plus along with large headphones from the side drawer. He played some music and placed the headphones on his ears. He walked out of the room looking like a European model.</p><p>He opened the door and began descending the stairs slowly. Leaving his quarters completely, he went to his mother’s section of the house.</p><p>He entered her room, but she wasn’t back yet. He then headed to the dining room, pulled out one of the black-and-red chairs, and sat down. The table was filled with large warmers, tea items, cornflakes, cups, spoons, plates, an intercom, and other essentials for breakfast.</p><p>He picked up his phone and scrolled through it. Then, noticing the time—past 12 noon—he angrily picked up the intercom. In a sharp tone, he barked, “Now!” Even though he was angry, his deep voice was captivating.</p><p>In less than five seconds, a young maid appeared, trembling in her uniform. Kneeling nervously, she stuttered, “S…s…sorry, sir.”</p><p>He shot her a cold glare and hissed. She quickly got up and started serving him. She placed chips, plantain, and eggs on one side, liver sauce on another, and fresh fish pepper soup in a bowl. Nervously, she prepared his tea.</p><p>In her haste, she accidentally spilled hot water on his foot. “Aaarrghhh!!” he screamed as he looked at his reddened foot—his fair skin showing the burn clearly.</p><p>The maid panicked and began to cry, kneeling and trying to hold his foot to apologize. But before she could, a loud slap landed on her face, making her head spin.</p><p>Before she could recover from the slap, he shouted, “Get lost from here! And don’t forget to pack your belongings and leave this house immediately!”</p><p>The maid cried harder, pleading, “Please, sir, have mercy on me, please.”</p><p>Turning to her, he snapped, “What did you just say? Mercy? I don’t even know where I left it! I don’t even have it! I’ve always hated you and your work. Mom insisted on keeping you, but look now—you’ve burned my foot! Pack your things and get out of my sight before I lose my temper! Stupid girl!” He hissed and clicked his tongue in annoyance.</p><p>Still crying, with tears streaming down her face, she stood up and left, trembling. She knew that if his mother saw what had happened to her son, she might even end up at the police station.</p><p>Quickly, she packed her belongings. The other housemaids, who liked her for her hardworking nature, helped her gather her things and even contributed some money for her.</p><p>With tears in her eyes, Sandra waved goodbye to the housemaids, raising her hand in farewell as she left the mansion.</p><p> </p><p> </p>