Bossy Maid episode 15 – 16

Bossy maid👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳
She’s the boss, 🤫I’m the maid🤫
❣️ Written by Haryormideh Ayeni ❣️
🌺🌺🧸 Episode Fifteen🌺🌺🧸
Clara😐😐
I don’t understand why I was feeling uneasy. The poison I put in their food should be taking effect now.
I glanced at Donald and found him sweating. It has started work on Donald but why isn’t anything happening to Courtney?
“Let’s celebrate!” I said and poured wine in their cup “Cheers to new beginning” I added smugly
“Yeah cheers” Courtney clicked her her with mine while Donald was scratching his neck.
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind” Courtney cut me out of my reverie “I switched food with yours. I was craving for beef “so I switched food with yours since it had beef”
I dropped my spoon with a clang and beads of perspiration former on my forehead instantly. I ate the poisoned food. The first thought that ran through my mind is getting the antidote.
Thankfully, I always carry a poison healing herb with me.
I stood up quickly and ran to my room, still in daze. That explains the uneasiness I was feeling.
Dmn them if they are suspicious of my action. Dmn Courtney, she’s a bch.
How is she always one step ahead of me?
Did she know my sober self had just been a facade?
I rummaged through my bag and downed the content of the herb in a go and passed out.
Courtney 😔😔
“Why did she run out that way? Is she angry I switched foods? Or is she allergic to fish?” I thought loud.
“Donald?” I glanced at him when I got no response. His body was shaking, he was convulsing.
“Donald” I shut up from my seat and cushioned his fall to the floor “Donald” I slapped his cheeks, calling his name repeatedly.
His eyes had gone white and his teeth were chattering. Loss on what to do, I called his family doctor. His mother had earlier given me the name incase Donald falls sick.
I put a call through the doctor and he assured me, he’ll be on his way.
I didn’t know what to do you stop his convulsion, I just sat beside him, praying for him.
The front door opened and closed.
“We’re here” I shouted from the dining room.
The doctor brought out an syringe and injected Donald. He stopped convulsing and was calm though unconscious.
With the help of the doctor, we laid him on his bed. “What happened?” I asked the doctor.
“He was food poisoned” the doctor replied with a frown “keep a close eye on him. He isn’t very stable now, he might get fever and also he needs someone to look after him. I can’t be a good report on his condition till tomorrow. I’ll come back tomorrow to check his condition” the doctor added and left.
I should have known something was going to go wrong with Clara’s sudden change of attitude.
I looked at Donald, his face calm and more beautiful as he slept.
I turned on the heater in his room and air conditioned other rooms including Clara’s.
She might have put poison in my food too and since she ate it, I doubt if she’s dead. She would always be prepared of the negative side. It wouldn’t be bad if she catches a cold.
Episode Sixteen🌺🌺🧸
Courtney😐
I couldn’t take it anymore, it’s not good to repay bad with bad.
I turned on the heater and went to her door, “Clara” I shouted her name and knocked.
“I’m not opening the door for you. I won’t let you do anything to me. Did you really think I was going to forgive you and leave Donald? Hell no girl, you’re just dreaming” she replied from the other side.
“Are you okay? You ate the food meant for me” I replied instead.
” Did you think I would come unprepared? You’re a real bch”
I shook my head and left the door, I can’t continue listening to her rants at least she’s okay.
Clara ☹️
I woke to the cold room. That must have been what woke me up.
I wanted to go out and turned on the heater but I can’t risk meeting Courtney or Donald so I stayed put and rubbed my arms together to generate heat.
The cold gradually went down and the air was back to normal then I heard a knock on the door.
My heart skipped a bit, “Clara” I heard Courtney shout and knocked.
“I’m not opening the door for you. I won’t let you do anything to me. Did you really think I was going to forgive you and leave Donald? Hell no girl, you’re just dreaming” I scre-med letting her know I’m no way opening the door.
“Are you okay? You ate the food meant for me” She replied
” Did you think I would come unprepared? You’re a real bch” I smiled smugly. I heard her retreating footsteps and sighed in relief.
I quickly put a call through him.
“I give up” I shouted into the phone ” The girl is a wtch. I’ve never met with one in my life.”
“Calm down and tell me what happened” he replied quietly
“Can you believe I ended up eating the poisoned food. I didn’t even know the food was switched.”
“She’s a tough one I guess”
“No guessing, she’s a wtch. I think you should handle things yourself, I’m going to look for a way to run away this night. I don’t know the situation of Donald and I can’t spend another day in jail”
“Okay I’ll do things myself then” he replied and hung up.
I stood and began packing my luggages, I can’t spend another night here.
Courtney 😬💔
Donald barely moved, he slept still. The only thing moving which acts as evidence that he’s alive is his chest rising up and down.
He was burning up. I went to the bathroom and got a bowl of water and towel.
I dipped the towel in the water and placed it on his forehead.
I need to see Courtney and know why she’s doing this.
I know getting an answer from her would be difficult. I watched over Donald while a plan formulated in my head.
When it was ten pm, I wore my disguise which was a long sleeve white cloth and I poured white powder on my face, hands and feet.
I looked into the mirror to check my outfit but my hair seemed out of place so I tied my hair with a white scarf and used my masscara to make a circle around my eyes then head to Clara’s room.
I checked on Donald on my way, he’s still sleeping.
I tried the door knob, it was locked. I listened for any sound from the other side and heard the shower running.
I bent down and picked the lock, a trick a learnt long time ago when I was in the dark room, being tortured.
The lock gave way and I opened the door silently. I took my position beside the door to prevent her from running.
I looked around and noticed she had parked her belongings.
She came out the bathroom humming to herself while drying her hair.
She let out a long shrilling scre-m when she saw me and knelt down, crying profusely.
“Why do you want to kill my grandson and his maid?” I asked in a cold voice, staring at her.
She broke eye contact and brought her palms together “please don’t kill me. I was sent to kill only his maid and make him lose his senses”
Someone wants to kill me?? Who could that possibly be?
“Who?” I asked, my voice colder
“His Uncle, I don’t know his name but he sent me.”
“The one coming tomorrow?”
“Yes” she nodded
“He gave you his reason?”
” He wants Donald out of the way so he can have the company to himself” she cried h-rder “please don’t kill me”
“Do you know the situation of my grandson now because of you?? I want you out of this house this instant” I maintain my calm. I couldn’t care less it’s dark outside. “k-ss the floor” I ordered.
She immediately bent down and k-ssed the floor. I used that moment to make my exit.
This is seriously unbelievable. Donald’s uncle is behind this? Uncle that’s coming tomorrow? His favourite uncle from the text message I got? He’s spending two weeks.
Ohgawd….. another two weeks of agony.
Tbc………🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀