As she was remembering her past life in the slum with her father, her phone rang. It was Georgia.

“Yes.” answered Malee immediately. Georgia didn’t like to wait, Malee knew. She had seen her shouted at a cashier for not packing her clothes quickly and making her wait.

“Come over to the pond.” said Georgia before cutting off the line. The instructions were simple. Malee stood up at once, wiped the tears on her cheek, and adjusted the dress before walking out of the door towards the far corner of the garden. It was a fairly long distance from the servant’s house, so Malee had to hurry. Georgia had probably expected her to appear at once after putting down the phone, Malee thought as she quickened the pace.

Maybe she didn’t realized how fast she was walking, but soon, she could see a faint image of 3 people under the wooden shades. One was Mary and the other was Georgia then the other must be George. She was breathless once she reached the shades and had to stop for a while before she stood in front of them with her hands in front of her.

“I am here.” said Malee, trying to speak up with her chest still pounding from the quick walk under the hot sun. Georgia gave a quick look at her and then faced to Mary and George.

“Can we have it by next week?” asked Georgia. Of course, it was more like a command, a directive, than a question. A typical Georgia’s style of making an instruction sounding like question.

“Its too fast and too soon. I will need to familiarize myself with..” said George before he was cut off in mid-sentence.

“How long would you need? It is better to show up soon than wait till you are ready. You are not the only one.” said Georgia in a stern voice. George’s face paled at the words from Georgia.