Chapter 6


    August.


    The entire home was spotless, the floors were sparkling, every corner of the house had been washed,


    and the old sofa-covers had been reced with brand-new ones with new cushions. After hours of


    cleaning and cooking, the servants were all exhausted.


    Adrian wanted to beforted about the cleanliness and decorations of the entire house after Martha


    reminded them that Lucifer’s birthday was only two days away and that there would be arge number


    of visitors Lucifer’s friends. The color scheme was gold and silver.


    Earlier in the day, a few men came to the estate to measure the size of the golden-colored drapes that


    would be required to decorate the hall. August was never a lover of golden hues; she adored silver, but


    golden was simply a filthy form of muddy yellow to her. She like lighter hues. Her jaw dropped open as


    she noticed the glittering gold drapes falling down the creamy white walls. Her entire perspective was


    transformed in a matter of minutes. It was breathtakingly gorgeous, as if the house were made of gold


    with a sprinkling of silver glitter on top. It didn’t seem overly sparkly or too in, but the appropriate


    amount of basic gold and silverplexion.


    “Where’s your mind at?” Venessa asked breaking her thoughts.


    “Oh, nothing”, August whispered. They were in a room where Martha informed them to wait for her.


    Nobody knew why.


    “Why do you think Martha called us for?” August asked Venessa. She just shrugged her shoulders and


    responded. “I don’t really know.”


    After a few minutes, they heard footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, and a man in his


    ''What’s in that bag?'' August thought that to herself.


    “Sorry girls, you all have to wait here for a long time,” Martha said and smiled.


    “You all must be thinking about what is in this bag. As you all know that master’s birthday ising and


    that there will be a party. He wanted all of us to be well dressed and this bag has lots of beautiful


    dresses for you girls,” she said.


    It was one of the benefits of having wealthy owners; the employees got to wear things they never


    imagined they’d get to wear, and if they were lucky, they got to eat meals they’d never eaten before.


    Some girls were specting about how elegant the outfits would be, while others were relieved that


    they would be able to wear anything other than a body-fitting maid attire. August hoped for the same


    thing.


    “Silence girls,” everyone obeyed.


    “Master doesn’t want any of the maids to look bad because people love to criticize the smallest defect


    in the party and will turn them into a vast problem. We must not forget that we’re working for one of the


    top billionaires of this country, so we have to look smart and behave smartly. And trust me when I say


    this, if you do anything wrong, master will not hesitate to punish you,” she warned the girls. August


    gulped in fright.


    ''He would punish us? I don’t even want to imagine what punishment we might receive if we do anything


    wrong.''


    “You remember what happenedst time?” She questioned.


    ''Last time? What happenedst time?''


    August had a clue but didn’t bother asking Martha about it at the moment because thest thing she


    wanted to do was humiliate herself in front of everyone. Martha proceeded toy down the ground rules


    for everyone.


    “Okay. So, girls, you can see your dresses now,” she stated that when she opened the bag. She took


    out all of the outfits. The maids were dressed in a royal blue formal blouse and a jet-ck pencil skirt.


    August was handed her dress, and her fingers caressed the fabrics, which were delicate and practically


    melted beneath her touch. She’d never worn something like it before. Previously, she wore modest


    sundresses or sweater and sweatpants at Miss Garcia’s residence.


    The attraction of the garment captivated the girls. It was beautiful. Her smile faded as she saw herself


    in that stunning outfit. She didn’t have a physique that guys would like; she’d never worn a swimsuit


    before, and she’d never gone to the gym to achieve a good shape. To August, her body type was


    unimpressive.


    “Beautiful, isn’t it? ” Venessa asked her with a grin.


    “Yes. It’s just so beautiful. But I wonder why would he choose such an expensive outfit for us? I mean


    we’re just maids,” August asked her. Vanessa chuckled and replied.


    “It’s just the beginning, my dear August. You don’t know what else he could do to prove to everyone


    who he really is,” she frowned at Vanessa’s remark, what did she mean? She thought Lucifer must love


    showing off his money to the media. She had read magazines before about it. However, Martha


    Lucifer


    “So that’s the theme, did you like it?” Adrian inquired. He appeared to be a shambles, as if he hadn’t


    had enough sleep in a few days. His hair was a tangled mess, and his shirt buttons dangled from his


    shirt. ''Did he get into a fight on the way to my office?''


    He had been bbering about the theme and the decorations for over an hour which irritated Lucifer.


    “Adrian, I told you to do what you want. Just don’t disturb me,” he spat at his friend.


    “Come on man just look at the theme it’s so elegant and it will be mentioned in the invitation card and


    there is something I have selected for your workers,” he said ruffling through the papers in his hand


    and pulled out a paper, presenting it on Lucifer’s desk.


    “What is it?” Lucifer asked taking the paper from the desk.


    “This is what the maids are going to wear. I didn’t sync them with guards as they will be wearing in


    boring ck as usual,” he said and rolled his eyes.


    Lucifer looked at the clothing ideas and immediately wondered how August might appear in them. The


    diamond silver top was paired with a ck skirt. His eyes darkened at the notion of the garment suiting


    her figure and framing her figure.


    “What’s wrong, man? You don’t like it?” Adrian questioned raising his eyebrow.


    “No, it’s alright,” he replied inly.


    “Just send the outfits to my dad’s house, the maids will take care of it.”


    “I already did that, I had Martha inform me everything I needed to know to stitch the clothes in just a


    few days...” Lucifer excused himself with a nod of his head. After Adrian departed, he returned to work


    and prepared himself for the meeting.


    He picked up the phone and dialed his assistant’s number.


    “Yes sir?” He replied instantly.


    “Are they here already?”


    “No sir, they will be here in ten minutes,” his assistant replied.


    “Okay. Don’t forget to inform me,” he remarked as he hung up the phone. He was preparing for the


    meeting. A firm was eager to sign a contract with the Knights, so they arranged for a meeting. Lucifer


    was never a man who would deal with any firm easily, so they had to wait a long time to have an


    appointment with him.


    After thirty minutes, his assistant called to let him know they were on their way. He left his chamber and


    walked into the conference room, barging in without greeting anyone. He sat down in his usual chair.


    The two guys cleaned their throats ufortably.


    The man named Anderson was the first person to speak up, “It’s so nice to see you, Mr. Knight. we’re


    d that you could make it,” he said with a smile which Lucifer never returned.


    His smile faded and he cleared his throat once again, “Sir, you already know the reason why we’ve


    to merge with us so that we could get some help and we cannot think of anyone better than you,” he


    exined. His tone was almost begging Lucifer to help him out.


    Lucifer was silent for a moment and then asked, “Well, can I see your financial statement?” Anderson


    nodded and handed Lucifer the file. He opened up the file and started examining it. ''Does this man


    really know how to run a business?! This is terrible!''


    Lucifer closed the file and ced it on the table. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I see that your financial statement


    is very bad. I cannot take any risk working with you.”


    He looked at Lucifer with a horrid expression.


    “S-sir please we’vee here with a lot of hope, please don’t do this to us, sir,” he pleaded. Lucifer


    stared at him with no emotion.


    “I have a condition,” he said. He stared at Lucifer with confusion. “What condition?” He asked.


    “As you know, if I help yourpany, yourpany is surely going to be a sess. So, in this


    case, the profit that thepany will receive, you will have to share with mypany.”


    “Of course, Sir. How much do you want?”


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    “60% of it will be mine,” the man was stunned. The other man beside him wanted to protest but


    stopped when his eyes met Lucifer’s.


    “Y-yes Sir. Thank you,” Anderson said.


    “You may leave now, Mr. Anderson,” Lucifer told him. They stood up and walked away a few seconds


    sufficient.


    It was finally time to leave the workce. Because his friend had arranged an unwee party, he


    needed to remain at his father’s house as the party would be hosted there. And staying there meant


    seeing her all the time.