W!CKED MAID SPAT INTO HER BLIND BOSS’S FOOD EVERY DAY (A short Story)

EPISODE 1

The gate man opened the gate and Angela stepped into the compound, dragging her small bag behind her, her eyes scanning everything with quiet awe.

It was a beautiful compound with a duplex, surrounded by low, well-kept hedges. She had been sent by Royal Touch Domestic Agency, to work as a live-in-maid.

The agency had told her Mr. Richard Bayo, her supposed boss, was a blind widower, wealthy and quiet. The Chief Executive Officer of Bayoon Technologies, a company known for developing innovative software solutions. The name had rang a bell immediately it was mentioned, but Angela couldn’t quite place it

As she rang the doorbell, a woman in her thirties, opened the door. She introduced herself as Dorcas, Mr. Bayo’s only daughter and child, who had been caring for him, after the last help left. She had taken over from her father and became the CEO of the company, after he became blind

“You’re the one from the agency?” she asked, giving Angela a once-over. “Yes ma,” Angela replied politely. The woman let her in. As they moved through the apartment, Dorcas spoke without looking back.

“You’ll be cleaning, cooking light meals, and handling laundry. My father is quiet, doesn’t like noise, and doesn’t talk much. Just do your work well and stay out of trouble.” Angela nodded, absorbing everything. Then they stopped in front of a closed door.

“He is in there. Go and greet him,” Dorcas said, pointing towards the door. Angela took a breath, straightened her clothes, and gently knocked on the door twice. “Come in,” a calm male voice responded. She opened the door slowly and stepped in.

Sixty-year-old Mr. Bayo, sat on a chair beside the window, wearing a dark shade and holding a staff. Angela greeted him politely. “You must be Angela, the new maid,” he said, his voice measured. “Yes sir,” she quickly replied.

He nodded slowly. “Welcome, Angela. Do your job well, and you’ll have no problems.” “Yes sir,” Angela replied, before stepping out of the room, suddenly feeling uneasy for reasons she couldn’t explain. She had never met the man before, but something deep in her gut refused to settle.

She settled quickly into the house like she had always belonged there. Her routines were smooth. Wake up before dawn, sweep and mop the entire ground floor, make breakfast, tidy the kitchen, dust the living room, and quietly check on her boss’ needs before heading into the laundry.

Mr. Bayo rarely spoke, but Angela soon understood his rhythm. He woke up at 6:00 a.m., liked his tea lukewarm with two teaspoons of honey, and preferred boiled eggs to fried ones. He didn’t like loud footsteps.

At first, Angela thought it would be hard working for a blind man. But she soon found her job very easy. Mr. Bayo was the most organized person she had ever worked for. He knew where everything was, and his ears were sharp like a hawk’s eyes.

By the end of the month, she received her first salary of eighty thousand naira from the agency. Shortly after, she got another notification of twenty thousand naira, paid directly from Mr. Bayo.

He praised her later that day and told her that he enjoyed her services which was why he paid her extra. Angela couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day. She promised to do even better

The days that followed were filled with spotless rooms, perfectly cooked meals, and well-folded laundry. Mr. Bayo occasionally gave quiet compliments, and Angela began to take pride in hearing those rare “Well done” comments. It motivated and kept her going.

Everything was moving on smoothly until, a quiet Wednesday afternoon. Mr. Bayo had gone out with his personal assistant for a meeting. The house was empty, still, and silent. Angela used the opportunity to do a deep cleaning of the upstairs rooms, including the master bedroom.

She had just finished dusting the master bedroom table, when she noticed a group picture frame on the table. She wiped it gently with a cloth… and then paused.

She brought the frame closer and looked again. There were five men in the picture. All dressed in suits. One of them was clearly Mr. Bayo, younger, clean-shaven, and smiling. But it wasn’t him that made her stomach drop. It was the man standing beside him.

Angela recognized that man. It was her father. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked back at the photo, now studying all the faces, as if the truth would disappear if she blinked.

She quickly finished up with the cleaning and returned to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, her knees weak, her chest tight, as she remembered the first time she heard the name Richard Bayo from her father. Then, she burst into tears.

Angela changed completely after that day.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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