Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 25

„Is that the case then?“
„I-I-I guess, sir.“
„AND HOW AM I TO WORK IN THIS ‚OFFICE‘ THEN?“
„Sir, sir, s-s-s-sir!“
„Make sure this house is cleaned and renovated when I begin to work here.“
„B-b-b-but, sir...“
„Wang...“
„No! Sir, please!
„See this knife?“
„S-s-s-s-sir!“
„SEE IT?“
„Y-y-ye-yes sir.“
„It‘s simple, Wang. When I come back in July, next month, this house is brand-new.“
„Yes, sir“
„And if it isn‘t...“
„No, sir!“
„I have done it before and I am not afraid to do it again.“
„Sir! I can‘t!“
„Find a way, Wang.“
„B-but sir!“
„The easiest ways are illegal.“
The sweet sounds of the city slipped through the open window and rang in the young girls ears.
„Violet?“ Mopping the kitchen table with a damp towel, Mei Fang called for her Step-Daughter.
Violet opened her eyes and lept out of her bed. A young maid was staring out of the window, watching the clouds
drift across the cobalt sky. Violet let ot a silent shriek of surprise. The girl whirled around, a broad smile on her face.
„You looked asthough you were dead!“ She giggled and closed the windows as a bitter breeze flared into the room.
„Chao-xing! You scared me!“ Violet dropped herself onto her burgundy bedsheets. „Chang told me about this new
modern hairstyle from Paris, could you try to style my hair that way?“