As soon as Mam Camila took us to Frank's apartment, I sat in the sitting room with her on a couch while Jessica began looking around the room like peasant. She really looked like a peasant, I thought she had seen a lot more than all the things in the house before. Wasn't she the wise girl, the girl that knew what life is all about? Well, it was so funny that she was looking around like a peasant. But I wouldn't dare talk about it, let alone call her peasant to avoid ending up in an argument with her. That girl had problem with understanding and could easily mistake one's play or fun with something different. While she scrutinized the room, Mam Camila and I talked about her work. I asked if she had told Frank about it but she told me she couldn't the fact that he was busy. Infact, he had been so busy that even the day prior he didn't sleep at home. That made me smiled, thus I told her he was in our house. "Didn't he told you when he came back?" I asked and wrinkled a brow at her. Then she shook her head with a smile and told me the only thing he told her was that he had sent for me and that when I arrive she should take me to his apartment and make sure I get the things I ask for or desire to have.
Hence, I told her it would be better if we tell him who exactly she was. At first she wasn't comfortable about it, she even asked if it was necessary. Then I told her it was necessary because it would strengthen our bond and he would respect her more. But despite my explanation, she still thought it wasn't necessary for him to know about it and that even if it was necessary then I should be the one to tell him. Then if he's interested in knowing better or confirming, he would meet her and she would explain more to him. Well, I found her suggestion great and then told her that was a great idea and that I would make sure I let him know when he returns back from work. After that, she asked how Aunt Vicky was. According to her, she was at the hospital the second time but after that she wasn't able to visit her again due to her work. Anyways, I told her Aunt Vicky was fine and that she told me to send her regards to her. "Thank you, Laura" she said, actually she was happy to hear that. She then asked when Aunt Vicky would be discharged and I told her very soo as I heard both her and a doctor discussing about it, and she was eager to be discharged too. "I can relate, it's not easy to stay in the hospital that long especially when you have already recovered. You will feel like you should be at home" she uttered smiling at me, and I couldn't agree more. It was really the fact.
Our conversation was interrupted when a servant came in and told Mam Camila that they needed her help in the basement. I didn't know what exactly was going on but the servant looked restless. She looked worried as if something bad was going on. Mam Camila then quickly stood to her feet and told me she would be back in a jiffy and that I shouldn't worry. "Okay, mam" I said as I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Just then both she and the junior servant swiftly left Frank's apartment... on their way to the basement. Thence, I turned towards Jessica and saw her now staring at the portrays that fascinated me few days ago. I didn't know how she managed to find it funny but she was smiling at the portrays despite the fact none of them looked funny. They all looked sad and I was nearly crumbled the first time I saw them. Why then wasn't she touched on her own part? What kind of heart does she have? I wondered. Then I approached and asked, "Isn't it sad to see these people in pain?" I wanted to know what she felt about them. And surprisingly, she told me they looked funny... although the artist tried in depicting them awesomely. "You mean the portrays are funny, don't they look sad to you? People are suffering, they are both in pain!" I tried to make her understand but that only made her to scoff. She then said they were only portrays, than none of them was alive. "But they were once in pain" I corrected her.
"That was then, Laura. Isn't it?" she said, being the kind of person that always had something to say.
"But there are people still living in this kinds of situations, would you smile or laugh at them if you meet any of them?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Well, I am human and my reaction depends on my mood" She responded.
After saying that I realized that her mind think differently, and she had weak understanding about other people's feelings. That was why she didn't used to bother when one is in pain and when one is in need of help. To her, if she's happy then whoever is sad is not her problem. But if she's sad, that's when she would start considering other people's feelings. But was that really a good thing? Well, it isn't. It was a very bad habit that if not arrested would end up turning one into a merciless creature or ruthless being. She brought out her phone and began taking pictures again, probably forgetting what she was told earlier by a security man. To not take pictures on her first day in the mansion, however when I reminded her about the warning she told me she didn't forget about what he said, but since he's not around then she could do whatever she likes. That was absurd. She kept taking the pictures of the portray until I became furious and snatched away the phone from her. She asked why I did that and demanded I return the phone to her immediately, but I didn't oblige. I told her what she was doing wasn't good, "If Frank finds out about these pictures he won't be happy. I shouldn't have brought you here in the first place" I said and that made her calm. She then told me to delete the pictures, to which I did before handing the phone back to her. After all, she didn't have any regard for the poor people portrayed in the portrays.
Then she asked if she could check the books on a shelf, to which I agreed but on one condition that she shouldn't temper with the books or try to take pictures. "You mean, I shouldn't take the pictures of the pages? Come on Laura, there are possibly many copies of these books out there. Who's going to know which belongs to who?" she said, annoying me. I didn't judt know why she liked arguing and debating all the time, and doing things that aren't supposed to be done. To her, whatever she does is right and so, people shouldn't argue about it. However, would that even be possible. Nobody knows all, right? And the fact that she was naive and had narrow mind, she thought she was Mrs. Right. Anyways, if she wanted to be Mrs. Right then she should wait until we are at home then she could tell me whatever she says is right, but right now it's either she maintain or I will have her returned home. I thought to myself and then made it known to her after. "Hmm, fine then!" she muttered and returned her phone into her pocket before heading to the book shelf. While going through the books in the shell, I went left her there and walked to the study table where Frank's professional desktop was. However, this time around there was password. I was shocked to find that out.
Seeing the desktop locked made me to wonder why he did that. Was it because I went through his system that day and didn't want me to go through it again? I wondered, disappointed. Although something told me to calm down, perhaps he changed the password because he didn't want any servant to have access to it... but why didn't he do that long ago? I wondered. However, I decided to try few passwords to see if they would work. If they did, then that means he didn't lock the system to stop me from getting access to it but to stop other people from getting access to it. The first password I inputed was his name, then I put mine, but none work. Hence, I decided to try things like the day we met, the date... which was on the festival day, his favourite things until eventually I used "FrankLaura" and surprisingly it worked. I didn't know when I uttered "WOW!", thereby frightening Jessica. She turned and asked what was going but I shook my head with a smile and told her, "Nothing to worry about". Then she shrugged and continued with what she was doing while I heaved a sigh and began thinking deeply about the new password change by Frank. Why would he use such password? I mean, his name and mine? I was really curious. Although I was happy too.
Hence, I began going through the system, folder to folder. Then I stumbled across a folder with lots of his pictures in it. Most of whom he had his shirts off when he took them. Then I began envisioning him in my mind again, standing like he did in my room with his man.hood up, ready to make love to me. I quickly snapped out of the thought in fear and gulped hard. When we first met, I never knew he had such body structure. I thought he had no six packs, or perhaps he must have worked over it the fact that they had a workout room. But whatever the case was, I had really fell in love with his body and soul. And I couldn't imagine my life without him. If we got married, would I even allow him to go to work? That body of his, I wouldn't mind sleep all day on it and I wouldn't mind rubbing my body against it all the time. I kept glancing at his pictures, admiring them and suddenly something came into my mind, to send them straight into my phone. I know that wasn't really right the fact that I didn't seek for his permission, however I believe he would understand. He was the understanding type after all. By the way it wasn't as if I would be sending someone else's pictures, I was going to send his and he's mine! I thought to myself.
Thus, I pulled my phone from my bag and quickly turned on my connection. Then I turned that of the system on before connecting my phone to it. I thought about marking the pictures one after another but something told me to just mark the folders and send them. Although I felt that would be too much, but the fact that I had no time to pick or select, I decided to do just that. I marked the folders and began transferring them to my phone. It would take some time but I had no problem waiting, and while waiting I decided to browse through the internet. But just as I began browsing, Mam Camila returned. She called on me and told me to follow her. That was strange, even Jessica had to ask what exactly was wrong. But the woman assured her everything was fine. However, as soon as we left Frank's apartment she told me the reason why she called me was because they found some jewelries in a bag and didn't know who kept the jewelries there. Although she suspected it might be one of the servants as Mrs Walter never had such jewelries.
