Chapter number 11. Your new boss.

"What ever" Martha answered back at the man in his business suit.

"Well when you end up in the bosses bad books don't come running to me saying I didn't warn you. And if I were you I'd lose the attitude too, the only person who's allowed to get away with having an attitude problem in the house is the boss, and the boss only".

Martha just sighed and slouched back in her seat, maybe Sasha's place wasn't so bad, at least there was a little bit of harmony and sense of family there, but by the sounds of the new place she could already tell it would be very tough and strict were if you were told to do it you do it, no excuses accepted.

"So what was with that guy trying to grab you before?"

"It's none of your business" Martha told him stubbornly.

"Hey, I was just asking".

"Well don't ask then!"

"Look this is the last time I'm going to warn you, get rid of the attitude".

"I wasn't giving you any attitude" Martha replied lying.

"Well you have much to learn then, from now on you do as your told, like I said before my patience is a lot more flexible than the boss' is, he'll get rid of you in a flash if you give him any problems".

"Get rid of me?" Martha questions changing her tone imediently. "What do you mean?"

"Well really depends, sometimes he sends you to the market to be sold, other times he might just lock you away for a few days". Hearing this Martha's heart sank and she began feel fear running through her system, 'this can't be happening to me' she thought, 'ok Martha you can wake up now' she continued hoping this was just a bad dream and that she'd wake up back in her bed in the room she shared with all the other girls at Sasha's dinning hall, but it wasn't a dream, it was real.

Jack pulled his car to the side of the road, he'd gone down the street he saw the black car turn down and turned into every street that came off it, but he still couldn't find them. "This really isn't my day is it" Jack said to himself banging his head back on the head rest of the seat letting out a great sigh of stress.

"Well you seem to have gone quiet missy" the driver of the black car said. "Maybe the boss won't go so hard on you".

"Look you keep calling him the boss, but who is the boss?" Martha asked sounding frustrated.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that he is always to be addressed as boss or sir".

"Please, I just want to know who I'm working for" Martha pleaded with him.

"Ok, just between you and me, his names Brett Macklin" the driver informed her as they arrived outside the large mansion not far away from the busy city streets of Sydney.

"Brett Macklin" Martha repeated, the shock that just went thought her was clearly visible on her face.

"Are you alright, you look like you just saw a ghost" the driver commented.

"No I'm fine" Martha replied pulling herself together before hopping out of the car to once again take on the burden of being a slave.

Back at Sasha's dining hall everyone was packing up form the long days work. "So how are you holding up?" Yasmin asked Rose placing a supportive hand on her back from behind.

"Ok I guess" she answered putting her tea towel down at the edge of the bench, but didn't realise it had fallen down behind the old stove that was nest to the bench.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll manage, I just need a good nights sleep".

"Yeah I think we all do" Yasmin added before turning off the light as the closed the door and went of to bed, but as soon as they did the tea towel that had fallen behind the stove caught alight on a faulty wire slowly setting light to the whole back of the stove and the wall.

Next time:

Martha is takes on the burden of working for her father, how will that one go down?

Fire breaks out at Sasha's dining hall in the middle of the night, will they be alright?