Episode 4

After Leticia had assisted Aunt Lina in the kitchen, she proceeded to tackle the chaos Damian had caused the previous night.

She gathered the scattered fragments of concrete into one place, then swept up the remaining pieces that had shattered into smaller bits.

Once again, the sound of shouting reverberated from within the mansion, but Leticia paid it no mind.

She continued her work, undisturbed by the commotion.

"Miss Leti... Master Damian is calling for you!" exclaimed Janet, approaching Leticia hastily, her face etched with evident fear.

Leticia paused her task, setting down the broom and peeling off her gloves.

"What does he want?" inquired Leticia without an ounce of fear.

"I'm not sure, Miss... Master Damian wants you to go up to his room!" Janet replied, still tinged with nervousness.

His room? Upon hearing this, Leticia's heart sank; she had never had any intention of entering Damian's personal space.

"Why does he want me there?" Leticia asked, hesitant to move from her spot.

"He may need cleaning," suggested Janet.

It was usually Janet and Dona who cleaned the rooms, not her.

The shouting emerged once more from inside the mansion.

"Hurry, Miss! Otherwise Master Damian will rage again!" urged Janet, anxious.

With trepidation, Leticia reluctantly entered the house; she needed to stay calm and not be afraid.

If he tried anything, she just had to kick him where it hurt, Leticia reminded herself.

The sound of slamming resonated again from the upper floor, prompting Leticia to ascend the stairs cautiously.

Damian appeared disheveled, still in his nightclothes and looking quite unkempt.

He regarded Leticia, who had made her way upstairs.

"What took you so long! You're as slow as a snail!" Damian bellowed in a deep baritone, both thunderous and intimidating.

Leticia noticed a woman standing not far from Damian, a beautiful figure rendered almost paralyzed with fear.

"Clean my room now!" Damian demanded again.

Leticia moved towards his room tentatively.

"Faster!!" Damian's voice boomed even louder.

"Ye..yes, Master!" Leticia quickly stepped into Damian's room.

As she entered Damian's room, the arrogant man followed.

Bamm!!

He slammed the door shut with considerable force.

Startled by the noise, Leticia's heart nearly skipped a beat.

"Clean up, and stop dawdling!!" Damian shouted yet again.

Leticia observed the room in disarray, bedding and pillows strewn across as if yanked from the bed and tossed aside carelessly.

The bedside lamp lay on the floor, shattered, along with a large framed photograph, its glass splinters scattered about.

She would need gloves to handle the glass shards.

Damian retreated into the bathroom, closing the door with a slam.

Once he was inside, Leticia seized the moment to fetch gloves and a waste bin for the broken glass.

She stepped out to retrieve the necessary items after witnessing the beautiful woman still loyally waiting for Damian downstairs.

Such fidelity, Leticia mused disinterestedly.

She collected her needed supplies, then returned to Damian's room to clean up the wreckage.

Next, Leticia tidied the bed, replacing the sheets and pillowcases.

As she laid out a fresh duvet, Damian emerged from the bathroom.

Leticia tensed immediately, alert and striving to stay composed to finish her work.

Damian stepped out wearing only a towel, an uncomfortably scant attire.

Leticia completed her task and quickly grabbed the waste bin.

With Damian's room now clean, it was time for her to exit promptly.

To be continued...

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