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So Bella just finished meeting Mr.. Cullen! He was not the nicest person. Let's see if her luck will change.
It had been 2 weeks since my visit to the factory. I had continued to look for work but being a woman of little means and no references or previous work experience it was difficult.
On the up side however, father was not getting worse. Instead of a surgery the doctor had settled to keep making frequent visits to check my father's leg. He acknowledged the hardships in my finding work and agreed to start a tab for me. Every penny that was left went to the rent. And now we were officially out of money. We had not been to market for food or necessities. We simply ate slowly the little bit of food we had left in the cabinets. Very slowly.
I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands. Stressed. Scared. Tired.
"Isa?" I heard a little voice say. I lifted my head from my hands. My eyes felt dry, and my body weak. I saw Mary's little face looking back at me. "Isa, what are we going to eat?" I shook my head.
We had little food left. "Oh. I will-um make something," I said getting up from the table. I went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet doors. There was a small bag of rice and one onion. I heaved a sigh as I reached for them both. Onion rice it was.
"Isa, what's going to happen to us? Will we be put out?"
"I don't know Mary!" I said in a mistakenly harsh voice. Catching myself, I turned to face her. Her eyes were wide, and I could see sadness in them. "Oh, I'm sorry Mary. I just need some time to think. We will not be put out. I will think of something. Please go set the table for your sisters."
"I hear that some girls take in laundry. Mending and cleaning clothes. I could help you wash and hang them." I thought for a moment. Taking in laundry would mean going into town and offering the service. But I was tired. Job after job I had been rejected. Nothing was working.
"I'll think about it. Thank you, Mary."
After my sisters had eaten, I made my way to my father's room and took a seat by his side. His eyes were shut tightly, and his breathing was soft and even. How peaceful he looked while he slept. It was best he was not awake to see the hardships the family was going through. It was best he could not see the empty cabinets, and the look of fear in his children's eyes. I placed my hand over one of his. "Father," I whispered. "Father, I'm doing my best. I will take care of you. You will feel better soon. But I'm so scared, I wish you were better. I wish I could make all of this go away. If only I was born a man." I chuckled to myself. If only. Surely it would make finding work easier. I laid my head down on the side of the bed, my hand still clutching onto my father's. It was not long before sleep found me.
The next morning, I jolted awake at the sound shattering glass. My heart beat rapidly as I quickly stood, rushed out of my father's room and into the kitchen. Grace was covering her eyes and Mary was scrambling on the floor to pick up the shards of glass. It was one of the good plates. "Mary, Grace, back up. I will clean it up. What happened?" I said pulling my two sisters away from the shattered glass. Grace timidly pointed at Mary, with a bashful smile.
"I'm sorry Isa, you were asleep. I was trying to make some breakfast and the plate slipped from my hand. I'm so sorry."
I looked at my little sister. Poor thing I thought. She should have still been in bed sleeping while I made her breakfast. She was at such a tender age. She was supposed to be being spoiled.
"Shh, it's alright. I'm not mad. Just stay safely away so I can get this cleaned up quickly. I have to go into town this morning." I grabbed a broom and started to sweep up the shards of broken glass. Suddenly there came a knock at the door. I heaved a frustrated sigh. "What?" I yelled.
"Dr. Hale" came a voice from the door.
"Oh." I said quickly sweeping the glass shards into a corner until I could tend to them properly. Mary quickly jumped from her position and raced over to the door before me. She opened it with a smile.
"Why hello Miss Mary," Dr. Hale said with a grin.
"Hello to you too," she said with a bashful smile. "Please come in doctor."
He chuckled. "Thank you kindly."
"May I take your hat?" I gave him an embarrassed smile. It was kind of him to entertain her forward flirting.
"Yes indeed. Thank you." He handed it down to her and she took it eagerly. "How is your father?" He asked looking to me. I straightened myself to answer but Mary responded.
"Well he is not worsening. Thanks to you, of course doctor."
I shook my head. "Mary, take Grace to the other room please so that the doctor and I may speak. Alone." She gave me a pouty look, took Grace's hand and led her away to the back. I looked at the doctor and half smiled. "Again, I am sorry. She is-"
"No need," he said as he held up a hand. "She is very sweet. So how is the man doing?"
"As she said, he has not worsened. But I'm not too sure he is getting better either. I will wait for your report."
"Let's have a look." He made his way into my father's room. While carefully looking over my father, he pulled out his stethoscope and listened for a moment. He then placed a hand on my father's forehead. I watched closely from the doorway like a little child awaiting bad news. He glanced over at me and gave me a tight smile. "Um, if I may, please shut the door while I have a look at his leg."
"Oh, yes of course." I leaned in and shut the door quickly. But I found myself pacing nervously back and forth past the door. It had been awhile. That must have been a bad sign, I thought to myself. What if the news was bad? What would I do? I could not take any more bad news. I was already at my wits end. Finally, the door creaked open.
"Miss Swan, you may come in now." I entered the room with speed to hear his update. "Please shut the door." I did so with a look of despair. By the sound of his voice I could sense there was something wrong. "Miss Swan. I examined his leg for a good long while. Sorry for the long wait. The conclusion of the matter, at least from my professional opinion, is that we should consider surgery. The leg is not getting better and I do not want to risk infection. I feel we have given it enough time." I sighed. My heart sunk.
For a moment I stood stunned. After taking a deep breath, I nodded. "I-I understand. Thank you for coming today and taking the time to look over him. May I ask, how soon?"
"Next week. I will give it one more week. But when I arrive next week, I will bring the saw and the needed medication to do the surgery if my opinion does not change again."
I was slowly losing my grip on reality. Why was this happening to me? Had I always not been a good girl? I honored my parents, I always sought to help others, and I always gave my all in everything I did. And yet people like Mr. Cullen, cruel and uncaring in the worst way, seemed to rise above me and prosper. Damn him! And Damn this world! "Miss Swan," Dr. Hale put his hand on my shoulder, "I think it best if you sit. You are trembling."
I slumped down by my father's bedside.
"Breath," he said. "It will be ok. I know this is a lot to take in. I will do the surgery and add it to your tab. But I do not expect the money upfront."
"I know you are being kind. And it's not as if I do not appreciate it. But you do not understand how much I wish I could pay you. I hate that you must wait for the money you work for."
"We all need a little mercy and help at times Miss Swan. No one is above a helping hand."
"Yes, again thank you, for taking pity of us." I held a little disdain in my voice, and he seemed to notice. I didn't mean to sound so ungrateful. I was grateful. But I hated charity.
"It's not pity Miss Swan. I can see this is a rough time for you. And I can also see you working hard to keep your family afloat. You are strong. Most would have given up and perhaps have even resorted to other vulgar methods. I believe things will change for you sooner than you expect."
I smiled. "Thank you for your kind words doctor. I will get your things." I walked out of the room still pondering the debt we would be in after the surgery. Then I remembered my manners for hospitality. "Oh, I am sorry. Can I offer you a cold drink? Tea?" He walked past me to the door and grabbed his hat from the hook where it hung.
"Thank you, Miss Swan. That is kind of you, but no. I must be on my way. I have a baby to deliver and I'm sure she is not too keen on waiting much longer." He smiled at me. "Good day."
I nodded with a smile.
"Thank you again," I said as I shut the door behind him. At this point, my mind was made up. I knew what I had to do. Without thinking I rushed outside and grabbed a laundry basket. "Mary," I shouted, "watch Grace and Jane, I'm going into town." I was officially out of options and time. My pride be damned! I had no pride left, there was little else I could do other than beg at this point. Taking in laundry was my only option left. And I was going to do it. Would it be humiliating? Without a doubt. But there was nothing else for me to do. Even being a maid was not an option. Most would not take a clearly poverty-stricken girl, without references. 'Please Lord, give me this one break, I beg thee,' I whispered as I marched my way to town.
Once in town, I chose to set myself up a few yards away from the tailor shop. It was a convenient spot. I set my small basket in front of me and watched as people passed by. Some were already giving me odd and peculiar looks. I brushed my hair from my face as I looked at the bustling crowd around me. For a moment I just stood there, holding onto the shred of dignity I had left before I surrendered it up.
There was a couple that came out of the tailor shop and I took my chance to approach them. The wife looked at me in disgust as she shrank away behind her husband before I could even speak. But I wasn't going to give up that easy. "Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. I offer to clean, sow and mend any clothing you have, be it new or old."
"No thank you," the man said holding his wife closer and quickening their pace.
Then a man with a book in hand and an umbrella passed by. "Sir," I shouted, "I would like to offer you my services-"
He yanked himself away from me, "shoo, be gone." He waved his hand at me and kicked at the dust.
A kind looking woman passed by with a smile on her lips, until she saw me. Her face scrunched into a look of repulsiveness when I offered my service to her. She shook her head and moved quickly to escape me. It was the same with others. Several people pasted by and each of them either ignored me or scurried away with a look of disgust. I was starting to think that this idea was crazy. I may as well just beg for money. Perhaps some would be willing to toss a few pennies my way instead of speaking to me. But somehow, I just could not let myself resort to taking money for nothing.
So, I kept at it. All day. There were many times I felt like giving up and going home. At times I found myself just staring at the ground hoping someone would drop some clothes in my basket and pay me without a word. Wishful thinking of course. But then I would picture the rent being due, the look of fear in my sisters' eyes, and my sick father. I had to fight. I had to do it for them.
It was nearing evening and I knew I had to be on my way home soon. The sun was already starting to set and it was not safe to wonder home in the dark. I looked at my empty basket. Another failed attempt. Another door slammed shut in my face. Perhaps I did something awful in a past life. Perhaps I was just destined to fail at life. I bit my lip and I picked up my basket. I would try again in the morning. Turning to be on my way, I heard a voice.
"Excuse me," came a commanding voice from behind me. I whirled around to find a large well-dressed man staring back at me. He had green eyes and jet-black hair. He gave me a warm smile.
"Yes, Sir?" I said eyeing him suspiciously. Perhaps he was mistaken and thought me to be someone else.
"Do you mend clothing?"
My heart just about jumped from my chest. "Yes Sir. Absolutely," I said quickly.
"And clean them? Including stains?"
"Yes. I can get almost anything out." Oh my god.
"And ironing? Are they pressed after?"
"If you desire. Then it will be done." Anything you want will be done.
He smiled. "Excellent. Are you willing to travel?" Travel?
"What do you mean? To where?"
"This is the address." He handed me a small piece of paper with a scribbled address on it. "It's a large estate. You would have a quiet shop to complete your work and you will be well compensated to do so."
What? Was this really happening? A man who didn't know me, offering me a job. I knew that beggars could not be choosers, but this seemed too good to be true. "Forgive me Sir, but are you sure you want me to do this job? I mean, I would gladly do the job properly but I don't have any references."
"I don't recall asking for any. And the job is yours if you choose to accept. Everything will be provided. Anything that is not, you will receive money to go out and purchase to complete your work. With each garment you will be given instructions so you will never wonder what needs doing. Are you willing?"
Was I willing? Was that even a real question? Did he not see me begging for work a few moments ago? I nodded my head quickly. I was in no position to turn down any work.
"Yes Sir. I would be happy to."
"Excellent. Can you start tomorrow? There are quite a few garments that need tending to right away.
My eyes widened a little. "Yes. I would be happy to. Of course."
He smiled. "Your name?"
"I-Isabella Swan." He took out a small pad and a pen and jotted down my name.
"Age?" I could not understand why that was important, but I did not want to rock the boat as it were. Far be it from me to argue with my new boss.
"Twenty-two."
"Thank you. Work starts at 8am, ends at 5pm. I will have a contract for you to sign in the morning when you arrive. I will also answer any further questions you have then. It was lovely to meet you Miss Swan, and I look forward to seeing you in the morning." He strode off quickly before I had a moment to catch my breath. I watched as he entered a lavished carriage rode off leaving a trail of kicked up dust behind him.
I blinked a few times. Had what happened, really just happened? My head was spinning. I couldn't believe I was employed. I would get a steady wage. And the work seemed easy enough.
I was elated to tell my sisters that night that I had secured a job. However, I was scared and excited at the same time of my new job. Although I was very grateful for the job, it was literally dumped in my lap unexpectedly. What other option did I have other than to accept? But then who hires a poverty stricken woman with no references? He clearly had a lot of wealth. That was easy to see by his posh dress and classy mannerisms. Something told me I was accepting too quickly. I should have learned more about the man. But it wasn't like I had other options to consider. And when would I ever get another opportunity like this one? If I turned it down, someone else no doubt would take the work. All I could do was hope for the best.
That was the first night I slept peacefully in a very long time.
The next morning, I was up bright and early. I did not want to be late on my first day of work. I put on my best dress, which was normally used for church, but I hadn't been going lately anyhow. I barely had time to say my daily prayers at night due to stress and exhaustion. I kissed my father, Jane, and Grace goodbye. They were still fast asleep in the early dawn.
Mary however was up to see me off. I could see how nervous she was that I was leaving. So I told her to work on her reading and spelling for the day and to wash the laundry. "I will be home for dinner," I said as I leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Do not worry. If this job works out, we will have a better life soon. Remember to look after your sisters. And lock the door behind me. Do not open the door for strangers."
She smiled but I could see the worry in her face at being left alone during the day. I was always the one home. The one that always cooked, did the laundry, and helped them with their education for the day. But I needed to provide for them now. This is what they needed me to be now.
When I finally found my way to the large estate with the help of a few people in town, my breath caught in my throat. Large did not seem to be the right word to describe the enormous estate that stood behind thick black gates. I gasped at its massive presence. It was more of a display of power than anything else.
I could see the green gardens and fountains in the front yard. It was sheer beauty. I ducked behind the massive gates and watched as the busy staff scurried around primping the gardens and scrubbing the fountains. "Miss Isabella Swan?" I jumped at the voice. It was the man from yesterday.
"Oh! So sorry Sir, I was just admiring y-your beautiful h-home. Estate. Mansion I mean. It is beautiful." He smiled as he took in my appearance which was much better than our initial meeting.
"No need to be nervous Miss Swan. My name Jacob Black. I can escort you in now. Follow me, please." I nodded and followed. So far, a shaky beginning. He opened the giant black gates and walked through motioning for me to follow and keep up. "These are the front gardens, if you follow the path you can walk around the entire estate while viewing the gardens and fountains. Perhaps if you ever have some free time you will do so."
Would I be allowed to do such a thing? I thought I would be locked in a room all day to work. But I suppose if he mentioned it, then I could. "That is very kind of you. I would love to do so."
"Just do not disturb the staff." Four large white stone pillars lined the entrance to the mansion. As I looked closer at them, I saw intricate designs of delicate beautiful vines that had been chiseled into each one of them. Such beauty. I had never seen anything like it. A man dressed in a white suite opened the door for us bowing as he did so, "Welcome back Mr. Black," he said in a low voice.
"Thank you," Jacob replied without looking at the man. Our feet echoed on the milky marble floors as we walked in. I found myself looking up at the towering gold-trimmed ceiling. How could anyone afford such a decadent way of living? "This way Miss Swan," I heard Jacob's voice echo through the great entry hall. I shut my agape mouth and quickly caught up to him.
He led me into a large office room that was easily the size of my home in its entirety. "You may sit if you like," he motioned to a large plush cream chair. I was afraid to sit in it, for fear I would stain it somehow. It looked untouched. He took his seat behind the large desk that sat in the middle of the room and then glanced up at me as if wondering why I was still standing.
I slowly took my seat on the edge of the chair. He smiled in approval. "Here are the papers needing your signature. They simply state why you are here, the work you are responsible for, and the payment that will be due. You will be paid fifteen shillings at the end of each week. You will have weekends off, unless you choose to come in to get ahead on your work." My heart leaped. Fifteen shillings! My word! But I was a woman. Was there some mistake? It was more than I could ever hope to make!
I would be able to pay for food, and start paying on my debt to the doctor. Of course, I would need to save up for a market trip. Rent was first. Millions of thoughts were running through my head.
"Obviously it goes without saying that you are expected to complete a reasonable amount of work during the day. You will not be kept if your work is too slow, or if it is deemed unsatisfactory. Do you have any questions I can answer upfront?"
My head was still spinning from the compensation that was due. But I thought for a moment. I was still wondering if he had the right person for the job. I was too simple for such a job. To work in such a massive home without references, and to be paid handsomely seemed all too good to be true.
"Mr. Black, if you don't mind me asking, why was I chosen for this job?"
He raised one brow. "Do you not want the work? I was under the impression you wanted the job. If not, I apologize for your time being wasted."
I shook my head quickly. "No. No. I want the job. I am just wondering why you would hire-well-me." I looked down at my dress, which before I entered into the home seemed decent, but now looked ragged and inappropriate. I laughed awkwardly. "I mean, I guess I'm just wondering if you might have made a mistake? I mean look at me. I'm not sure if I'm what you are looking for."
"No mistake Miss Swan. As long as you are capable of completing the work we discussed earlier, you are fit to be hired."
I knew of sewing, mending buttons and tares and washing clothing. Even ironing was a simple task. In fact, it was all the duties any woman in my class would be more than familiar with. But the way Jacob spoke about my responsibilities made it seem like I was to do something much more difficult. But maybe it was just me reading too far into his words. "What type of garments will I be tending to?"
"Coats, ties, shirts, trousers, and so forth. Nothing out of the ordinary. Did you not say you were experienced with sewing and mending?
"Yes Sir, I do have experience. I really do."
"Well, know that the garments you will be attending to are made of the finest quality. Each garment should be tended to with the utmost care. As I stated before, whatever is needed will be provided, or you will be given the money to purchase what you need."
"I understand. And t-thank you. Thank you for that. May I see my work space?"
H smiled. "Of course. But first your signature is needed." He pushed the papers closer to me while taking out a pen and setting it down on the table next to the papers. I looked down at the documents carefully. I don't know why I continued staring at them. It was not as if I had much of a choice. It was either work here or go back to begging on the street.
But I was skeptical. I was no more than a stranger to him, and yet he had invited me into his magnificent home, offered me a steady wage, and was willing to trust me with his money to get any supplies needed.
I picked up the pen and signed my name at the bottom of the document. He grinned as he took the papers and stacked them off to the side of the desk. Now what? He stood and straightened his coat. "Please, Miss Swan, follow me." I did so silence as he led me down a long hallway and up several a flight of stairs. He seemed to tackle the stairway with ease while I on the other hand struggled to keep pace with him. Slowly, the sounds of maids and servants clamoring around below faded away as we went higher and higher.
When we reached the very top the air was still, and the floor was devoid of anyone. No doormen, no maids, no servants. It was not just quiet. Unnervingly quiet. Even Jacob's movements were suddenly a lot more controlled, and careful so as to make as little noise as possible.
I held my breath slightly as we moved down another long-decorated hallway passing several large wooden doors that I was sure led to other luxurious rooms. At the end of the hallway stood two double wooden doors that looked like it led to a massive room beyond my imagination. Next to it however was a smaller single wooden door. Jacob went to the smaller wooden door and opened it motioning me to go in. I nodded once and went inside.
I expected it be a small dungeon. I expected it to be put in a small room with no windows or sunshine. After all, I didn't deserve much. I expected to be treated as the poor always were. With little compassion, or care about work conditions. But that was far from what I received. The room was far from any of those notions. It was a rather large room with long tables for holding different types of fabrics and equipment and in the corner there was a dark wooden table that held a sewing machine. I had always wanted one for my home but could never afford one.
I walked over to the machine and ran my hand along the sides of it. It certainly was a fine machine. And much faster than a needle and thread.
"Have you ever used one before?" Jacob asked.
I looked at him with a look of surprise and wondered if I should lie and say yes. If I told the truth he might have had second thoughts about keeping me. But how much worse would it be if I lied and I fell on my duties due to a lack of knowledge?
"I-well I always wanted to use such a machine but have never had the privilege."
He nodded. "Thank you for your honesty. And that's alright Miss Swan. Most have not used one before. It's the newest and latest machinery for mending clothing. You will have to learn though."
"Of course. I will learn quickly. I will not let it interfere with my work. I promise I will not disappoint you Sir."
"I trust you," he said holding up a hand. "How do you like your work space? Is there enough light? Even though there are curtains, you will find that this entire room is mostly windows. You can unveil each window if you wish. And I'm sure you will find the sights below to be decadent and stimulating should you need a break."
"Thank you, Sir. I will work hard. I promise, I won't let you down." I kicked myself for repeating myself so many times. For letting my nerves get the better of me. If I continued to sound like a repeating fool he might have started to wonder about my qualifications after all.
"I'm sure you will work hard. Miss Swan I have another appointment to attend to, but I will send you in an assistant in."
"Assistant?" I would have company?
"Well, she will not help you in your actual work. But she will assist you with any errands that need doing. Such as going to town for fabrics or tools you may need. She will also show you such things as how to work the sewing machine and answer other questions about your work space. Her name is Lisa. She will be in soon. Good day, until our next meeting Miss Swan."
"Good day Mr. Black. And thank you." Once he was gone, I took a deep breath and looked around the room. It was a wonderful work space. And it was all mine. It was just me and the fabrics. No one hanging over my head in a sweaty factory. No more begging on the streets. I had a proper place to work and a steady wage. I smiled. Damned be that man at the factory. This was far better than anything he could have given me. I walked over to the curtains and pulled them back with one big yank. The sun poured in and painted the room in a decadent gold. My luck had finally changed.
"Hello," came a soft but cheerful voice. I jumped a little and whirled around. "Sorry," she said with a bashful face, "didn't mean to startle you. Welcome to the manor. I'm Lisa. Jacob sent me to make sure you are well settled. How are you liking your work space?"
"Hello. My name is Isabella. And very much. Better than I could have ever imagined. And better than I deserve."
She giggled. "The master is very generous to his staff. But he does expect results." Speaking of results, where was the clothing I was to mend? I looked around.
"Where am I to find the clothing I am to wash and mend?"
"Ah," she said walking over to a small door next to the desk the sewing machine sat on. "Through this door is a garment closet. In here, you will find the laundry and clothing that needs tending to. For each garment the master will have already assigned instructions. Just read and follow them carefully."
"I will. He seems like a kind master I would not want to disappoint him."
"Well, he keeps to himself most of the day. He is a busy man. And he does not like to be disturbed for petty things. So, take care not to bother him."
"Well it was kind of him to show me in and around a little despite his busy schedule."
"The master? He showed you around?"
"Yes. Jacob? I mean Master Black. He met me by the entry gates."
"Oh dear, no. That is Jacob Black. He is the master's most trusted assistant. More like his right-hand man. He oversees everything here at the manor so the master will not be bothered." Oh. I was so sure he was master of the house. He certainly behaved that way.
Lisa laughed a little. "He is not the master. But it is normal to think so. He typically is the first and only face people see around here in a position of authority. If there is a dispute or issue, he handles all of them. As I said, it is rare the master comes out. He uses the back entrance of the manor to come and go as he pleases. He is very private."
More like a hermit. What? Was he afraid of a little conversation? "Where is it he goes in this manor? I mean when he comes and goes, where does he go in this place? How could anyone not see him?"
"He has private entrances to his office and of course his bedroom. His office is next door to you. Which reminds me. Do your work but try not to make any undue noises." I nodded. Why on earth would there be a room with a sewing machine and a wash bucket next to his office if he was so uptight about noise? That made no sense at all. "There is a door to his office from inside the garment closet. You will see it is a double door closet, one door on each side of the closet. Your door is for entering to get the garments and his door is for retrieving and giving you more garments. But you are never to go through or open his door unless he sends for you. His door is only for his use. When you finish a garment, you are to put it in that room with a note saying that it is complete. And besides taking and putting garments in that room, be sure to keep the door closed from your end. Never are you to leave it open. The master would not like that."
What was wrong this man? Was he some crazy antisocial recluse? I could only guess what his office must look like. Probably a dark, cold and dense room full of papers and dust with a crabby old man working frantically. I chuckled a little at my vision. As long as I got paid though, I cared not who he was or what he preferred. "Thank you, Lisa. I do have one more question. How do I work this sewing machine? I have never used one before, and I should hate to damage anything by making unnecessary mistakes."
"It's easy," she said with a smirk. She showed me quickly how to use the machine. It was surprisingly much simpler than I had expected. She opened the desk drawers to show me all the tools that were available to me. Scissors, pin cushions, thread holders, rulers in all different sizes, fold out paper mats, and practically anything else I could want or need. She showed me where the iron and ironing board was. Then she took me into a small side room I had not noticed before.
It was a small dark room with one window for light and a wide table in the middle. On top of the table was a large tin wash bucket and a scrubbing board already nestled inside. She pointed to three small bins below the table. "Those hold all the soaps you will need to do the washing. The master has sensitive skin. He pre-orders these soaps from Paris. So, you will have to tell Jacob when you start to run low. There is also some baking soda, vinegar, and lemons. Those are just purchased in town, you can also tell Jacob when you run low on those as well."
The room really did have everything that was needed to wash, mend and sew clothing. A small fortune must have been spent making this room so functional and well stocked. "Let's see," Lisa said running over a few things in her mind "I think I covered everything. But if you have further questions just ask. Oh. The privy is outside your work office to the left. There is small room. You will find it. And it's checked three times a day." She gave me a small smile.
"Thank you. For everything Lisa. I don't have any questions now but if I do, I'll be sure to ask. I think I shall get started on my work now."
"Excellent. I will bring you up some tea, and refreshments. Also, I will be in periodically to check on you, should you have any questions." I pinched myself again and again. This was unbelievable. No. This was a dream. This could not be real. How could it? Surly someone as poor as me did not just get a top-notch job dropped in their lap everyday... Whoever the master was, I was eternally grateful to him. There was nothing I could possibly do to ever repay him. I would have been on the streets today begging for soiled laundry if it weren't for this job.
But most importantly this job would allow my family to stay afloat in the hard times that seemed just around the corner. I knew life would only get more complicated if my father lost his leg. I was dreading it. But at least the rent would be paid and there would be bread on the table. Without further delay I set to work.
I spent the next few days sewing and mending away. Some of the clothing just needed cleaning, others needed buttons sewn on or tears stitched up. My work overall was very calming. It was nice being left alone while doing tasks I was already very familiar with. And getting paid to do so. Though I did miss my sweet sisters.
I missed Mary helping me out with the sheets and the laundry. I missed the excited look in her eyes when I said it was time to go to market for the week. I had only been working for a few days, so we had not had a real trip to the market yet. We were still going through our food reserves. For this reason I decided to forgo my dinner meals at night and only survive on the refreshments given to me during the day which Lisa had so kindly and faithfully brought to me everyday. Sometimes she would bring me fruit, different cheeses, crackers, or even thin slices of meat. Whatever I received, I was thankful for.
As I finished ironing a well knitted pair of dress pants, I heard the faint sound of a door opening. My eyes immediately went to the closet door. I could tell it was the master of the house rummaging around. It was like this every day. He never opened the door from my end, never said thank you, and never stayed in the small garment room for more than a few seconds. He would simply take the garments he needed and hang others with instructions.
I would be lying if I said I was not a little curious about what the master looked like. To know who he really was. I even thought about hiding in the small room just to catch a glimpse of him. But he seemed to know when exactly when I was inside the room and when I wasn't. Sometimes seconds after I shut the door on my end, he would open his door, sort through his clothes and then be on his way.
One time I looked for a peephole but found none. It amazed me how we never ran onto each other despite me purposely trying to accidentally do so. I even considered leaving my door open a crack on accident just to catch a quick glance at him. But Lisa had more than made it clear that the master would not be pleased, and it was too much of a risk for my job.
I heard the master's door slam shut, causing the door from my end to rattle. That was usual. But I knew it was clear for me to enter and store away the finished garment I had been working on. I stood slowly and approached the room. As I opened the door there was a garment hung in such a way that it fell into my face as I entered. I heaved a sigh, as I pushed it out of the way in order to hang my finished garment. After hanging it neatly, I turned to look at the garment that was obviously hung by the door so I would address it right away.
I took the garment down and looked at the note attached to it. It read:
"This suit was not pressed to my satisfaction. Fix it immediately. I expect it back within the hour."
I looked over the garment carefully and saw that one of the sleeves did not receive the iron. I heaved a sigh. How did I forget to press the other sleeve? I thought I must be more careful. Too many mistakes like that could get me fired. The master did not seem like the forgiving type. I took it back into my work room and ended up going over the whole garment with the iron just to make sure I did not miss any other areas. Once finished, I hung it in the room by his door feeling slightly irritated at his lack of appreciation for anything I did for him.
Never once a thank you. Just notes with orders. I reached for a dress shirt which had a note that read:
"Wash, mend the button, iron, and return."
After closing the door behind me I immediately heard the other door open from his side. I held my breath as I listened. It was silent. I usually could hear him moving about but there was no sound. I wondered if he, again, was not pleased with my work. Or perhaps he was looking for something else to complain about. Finally, I heard him move a few things around and then softly shut his door. My chest heaved a sigh. Was he pleased? Or had he left unsatisfied notes? I slowly turned the knob to the garment room and peeked in. My eyes widened a little at the surprise note left hanging from a string attached to a hook from the ceiling. I walked over to it and held it up to the light:
"Miss Swan, are you eating adequately?"
I reread the note several times and scrunched my face in confusion. Eating adequately? What business was it of his? What right did he have to pry and ask about my eating habits? Our relationship was not personal, it was business only. I ripped the note from the string and balled it up in my hand as I considered whether to answer such a prying question. And if I did, should I be honest? In truth, I was not eating that much. There just wasn't enough to go around at the house. I lived off the small refreshments I was given throughout my work day. But I did not think he had a right to know such things. Such things were simply none of his business.
I went to my work station and pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper. I glared at the note as I wrote:
"Master of the house, my eating habits are well and fine. Although I feel your inquiry comes from a good intentioned heart, I would appreciate you not asking such questions, as they are personal, not work related."
I went to the room and hung the note where his had been, and left quickly shutting the door slightly harder than I meant to. Easy Bella. I tried to calm myself. I returned to my work but kept my ears alert to the sound of his door. It did not take long to hear his door open. There was a wave of silence and then I heard his door close again.
Quickly, I put down my work, a little anxious to see how he responded to such a forward note. I opened the door from my side only to find he had not responded at all. There was no note awaiting me. I looked around to see if perhaps I missed the note, but the longer I looked the clearer it became that he chose not to respond. I thought, maybe I had angered him. He would not fire me over such a thing, would he? It was still my right to say what I would and would not allow.
I went back to my station and continued my work, but still kept ever alert to the sound of his door. I kept revisiting the garment room just in case I missed hearing him. Sill there was no response. Maybe, he was just adhering to my wishes. After all, I didn't know the master, I had never seen him, or spoken to him face to face. I did not know his mannerisms either. Other than he liked to be left alone.
Hour after hour, garment after garment, instructions after instructions. Mend, wash, hang, and iron. My body felt weak.
I stood and walked to the large window and opened it a little to get some cool air into the room. I looked down at the gardens below. The sheer beauty alone was enough to rejuvenate me. Suddenly there came a sharp knock at the door.
"Yes?" I said quickly fixing my unruly hair and smoothing out my dress.
Lisa entered with a smile. "Hello, Miss Swan. How goes the work?"
"A little tired today. But it's going." I watched as she wheeled in a cart and parked it next to table that was clear of clutter.
I scrunch my face in confusion. "What is this?" I half laughed. She merely looked up at me for a moment, smiled, and then started unloading covered plates onto the table. As I started to walk over to the table the smell of fresh cooked food hit my nose and sent delightful shivers down my body. My mouth watered.
"Here you go," she lifted one of the covered plates, "this is some hot bread, and butter." She lifted another lid, "sausages, and jelly, and," she lifted yet another cover, "soup of the day, veal broth."
"Lisa you don't have to do this. Honestly. I mean this wonderful. But it's also too much. I would be fine with the tea and cakes you bring me every day. There is no need to give me this much." I was thankful and shocked at the same time.
She smiled sweetly. "Just following orders Miss Swan."
All delight drained from my face, "Whose," I half shouted.
"The master's of course." In that moment I felt a ball of anger take hold of me from the inside. So, this was his arrogant, pompous response. I was not his charity case. I was not a child or a dog he could just shove food in front of and expect it to be eaten. I was starting to hate the man. A man I had never even met.
"Lisa, with all due respect, I cannot accept all of this. I don't feel comfortable doing so. And next time you may tell the master, that he need not trouble himself again with spoiling me so." Her eyes widened a little at my words.
"Miss Swan, I do not think he meant any disrespect by this gesture. As I said, he is very kind and is only thinking of your health while you work here, I'm sure."
She clearly was not aware of our conversations to understand that the gesture was far from an act of kindness. More like an arrogant gloat of power. I looked again at the food with both love and hate. I was angry that my mind was holding strong, but my body was slowing betraying me. How could he use such a thing against me?
"But, if you are not happy to receive the food, I suppose you could write a letter of complaint and I will deliver it for you." Lisa's eyes showed that she considered me to be the most ungrateful person alive. I didn't blame her for thinking such thoughts. If I didn't know the whole story I would have come to the same conclusion about my actions.
"No, no. I'm sorry Lisa. I was just surprised is all," I lied. "It's just that, it's such a great kindness, I wouldn't want to start getting used to and expecting such luxuries from him."
Lisa's face softened. "As I said, the master is very kind. He has always treated his employees well. Take his kindness." My teeth crunched down on my tongue at the last word she used. It was far from a kindness. More like a slap.
"Yes, I will thank you."
"Enjoy your meal Miss Swan. And let me know if there is anything else, I can bring you. There is water in the pitcher as well if you get thirsty." She pointed to a pitcher of water I had not noticed she had set on the end of the table.
"Thank you."
"Here," she said holding out a white piece of paper. "The master said its some important instructions critical to your work."
I looked at the note in dread. No doubt it was part of his showy display. After I took it, she left quickly telling me she would be back in a little bit to collect the dishes. I slowly unrolled the note, nervous of what it might say. It read:
"Miss Swan, may I remind you, you work for me. That makes you my concern. It's not personal, just business. You have been slacking in your work, and it is my hope that these refreshments will improve your performance."
Slacking. Slacking? Slacking!? I only had to redo one single garment. He considers that slacking? I balled up the note and threw it across the room. And I was not his concern at all. I was fully capable of taking care of myself. This man was a prying arrogant fool. Just because I worked for him did not mean he owned me. I refused to respond to such a note.
The smell of the food hit my nose again, and I eyed it with longing eyes. I didn't want to want the food, but it looked amazing. I lifted one of the tops. What must life be like to eat like this every day I wondered. To be able to afford such delicacies. Defeated, I sat down and ate some of the food in silence as I looked out the large windows at the gardens below. I felt renewed and restored to continue my work after satisfying my hunger pains. However, I had barely made a dent in the amount of food that was given to me. I felt wasteful as I looked at the massive amount of food left.
I thought of my sisters. Perhaps there was a way to save some of the food for them. Why should I eat such delicacies while all they had to eat was onion rice? Why should I have so much food, while theirs was rationed out? They deserved the food. They deserved so much more than I could give them. I would ask Lisa when she returned.
With the new energy I found myself flying through a lot of my work. It was nice to have such strength and vitality. It had been a long time since I had had a decent meal. After some time, Lisa returned smiling as always. "Miss Swan, you look well. Did you enjoy the food? Was it to your liking?"
I smiled back as I ran my hand across a well ironed shirt. "Yes, very much. Thank you. It was wonderful. More than I deserve. In fact, I feel bad, because so much of it is left over. Certainly, it would be a waste to throw it all away."
Lisa wheeled in a cart to collect the dishes. "Oh no Miss Swan. No need to worry. The master's orders are clear. All food that is untouched and left over from all meals go to the children who work at the mills. You see, most of the children are not well off enough to have decent meals before they leave their families and work at the mills. Nor are they fed on the job. But when they come out at the end of the day, the master makes sure there is some food for them outside the mill. Jacob usually heads it up each day." She blushed. "As I said, the master is very kind at heart."
My heart too softened at her words. I did not think the master to be such a man. He seemed cruel and untouched by emotions. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe at heart he did care about others. Most of the wealthy did not give the poor a second thought. Most wealthy men were like that of my father's boss, Mr. Cullen. People like him always sought to step on the poor and keep them there.
I did not bother asking for the leftovers to give to my sisters. I could not deal with the guilt of taking food from small working children. Instead, I would work hard and provide for my sisters. It was the honorable thing to do after all. Soon I would be able to go to market and give them a decent meal.
Lisa wheeled the cart of dishes away. But, halfway out the door she held her hand out to me. "Here, another note from the master."
My heart jumped a little. Another note? I walked over and took it from her. "Thank you, Lisa." She nodded once and then left. Quickly I opened the note and let my eyes scan the words. It read:
"Much better. The pace of your work is impressive and more suitable. Did you enjoy the refreshments?"
I didn't want to answer him. But the food was much appreciated. And I was never raised to be unthankful, even if the deed was from someone, I viewed to be unpleasant. A kind deed was a kind deed. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote:
"Thank your Sir, for the food. It was appreciated. I suppose I was hungrier than I thought. Thank you again for your kindness."
Short and to the point. No emotions. I left the note in the garment room along with some finished clothing. Sure enough, as always, I heard his side open as soon as I closed my door. There was silence for a moment. Until I heard the slide of a note beneath my door. I looked at it and I feel his presence near my side of the garment door. I unfolded it:
"Well, you certainly are more pleasant and appreciative when you eat. I thought that perhaps your disagreeable demeanor earlier was your natural temperament. But now I see that you can be civilized. No need to thank me. As I said, Miss Swan, it's not personal, just business. As intended the food served to increase your production. And by extension, please me."
And just like that I went back to hating the arrogant prick. The man was insufferable. I decided not to answer. I simply continued my work. I had nothing pleasant to say to him, so it was better not to speak at all.
I heard the slide of another note beneath my door. I heaved a sigh. If he expected my work to be efficient, he was certainly making it difficult with all the distractions. I picked up the note and unraveled it:
"Miss Swan, I am going out of town as of now, on business for the next week. When I return, I am hosting an important event. I require a new suit. Lisa will send you the measurements and instructions. I expect the suit to be finished when I return. Refer to Lisa for any further inquiries you might have from this point forward. Starting now."
A new suit? My heart raced a little. How could I be expected to make sure the suit was ready for him? Surly I would need him to try it on before it was finished, so if I needed to make any adjustments, I would have the time to do so. I panicked a little.
Quickly I grabbed a note and scribbled down my frantic thoughts.
"Dear, master of the house,
I realize I will have your measurements, but I fear the suit will not be ready and complete unless you try it on. Adjustments are always needed before a garment is complete. I feel you will be disappointed if a fitting it not arranged before your event."
I quickly ran through the garment room and slid the note under his door. I hoped he had not left yet. I hoped I was not too late. If I was, perhaps he would get the note when he returned from his trip and respond. I feared if his suit was not ready for his event, he might fire me. Or hire someone who was perhaps more experienced. I pressed my ear to his door straining to hear any sort of sound that would reassure me that he was still around. But I heard nothing.
I started to bite my lip, nervously awaiting a response I was not sure would come. I blinked twice as I put my hand on the knob, but suddenly heard Lisa's words in my head. That I was never to open his side. But if he wasn't in, it would be safe. Right? On the other hand, if he was in, I would no doubt would be in trouble.
I heard something small being slipped under the door. My eyes widened as I looked at the note that had slid between my feet. I then stared at the door in front of me, as I was tempted to just open the damn door already and catch a glimpse of the man. Clearly, he was still very present. In fact he was right on the other side. As I leaned my head against the door again, I felt like he was standing right there. I could feel him there. Just waiting. I held my breath, and then finally heard his shoes on the hard floors as he distanced himself from the door.
I bent down and picked up the note:
"I felt I was clear when I said to refer to Lisa for all further inquiries you might have. I will be in for a fitting in one week. You are to put all other work aside until the suit is complete. I expect it to be finished when I return. Miss Swan do not disobey my orders again. I will say no more."
In my rebellious nature, I wanted to send him another note. But even I knew not to push him on this one.
So the master wanted of the house wanted a new suit. I would make him one alright. And when he came for his fitting- I stopped mid-thought.
When he came for his fitting. That meant. Would I finally get to meet the master of the house?
So? What do you think? This is my first story. Please don't be afraid to leave a comment/review. Even short ones are welcomed. I like to hear your feedback. And if you guys ever have any questions, just ask and I'll respond at the beginning of the next chapter. Thanks for reading. Also just throwing it out there...looking for a Beta if anyone is interested.