Bridlington. It was rather bright when they had set out on their trip, but as they drew closer to their destination the weather had taken a turn and before they knew it, they were drenched to the bone.
“You owe me for this,” Sheik said, glaring at him.
He had forced his younger brother to come along just because he knows Sheik will help him get away from the place, especially from Miss Stanford who’s always finding ways to keep him in her presence for as long as she can whenever he visits. She’s just like the young lady pupils at the school.
The Heartily Academy of Management, the school established by his parents before their death. He has to get back to manage a schedule with his secretary on how to run the school while he’s gone. He has a quest awaiting him for the next few weeks and won’t be able to handle things. His siblings won’t be of much help since they are all occupied with their own things.
There were eleven of them, twelve including him. They all were very talented and can teach in almost every subject at the school, but they were more into their work that Leon’s taking the whole responsibility to fulfill their parents’ dream. He had hired a few teachers with the budget he had to prepare lectures for the pupils while he’s gone. He just hope his pupils would go easy on them, for the last time hadn’t been so good when he took leave on a trip to meet a friend for an important investigation.
But whatever happens, he will come back to show them his wrath. He warned them before that if they were to misbehave again, he will make them clean the school yard and scrub every wall and floor until he can see his own reflection. He had made them done it once and was sure they didn’t enjoy it. It should keep them out of trouble, although he has a feeling that it would be his siblings causing problems this time around. It happens from time to time. It gives him a headache to think about it. His pupils are certainly enough.
The door creaked open and in steps a young girl about the age of his little sister with a tray of cups and saucers for tea. Along with it were some raspberry scones that gave off an enchanting smell that filled the room. She set it down on the table and curtsied towards Sheik and Leon.
“Leave, you muted wretch,” Delilah yelled at the girl. “Didn’t father tell you not to come out when there are guests? Shoo! Go away!”
“Hey, don’t!” Sheik cried, getting up after the girl as she opens the door to leave.
Leon wondered what the devil that was about but didn’t bother to ask.
Sheik dragged the girl by the arm and pushed her down on the couch across from the table.
“I don’t know if these are really for us or not, but I’m delighted to have them brought,” he said to her. “Why don’t you stay to enjoy it with us?”
The girl gave him a weary look and turned to Delilah who was gesturing with her eyes for her to leave the room.
She shook her head at Sheik and stood up to leave once more.
“Don’t,” Sheik said, pulling her down again. “Are you afraid?” He turned to Delilah. “You must be a really good lady to have your maid be so intimidated of you.”
“Maid?” Delilah gave a hysteric laugh and pointed at the girl. “That thing is merely my idiot cousin, although she does make a good maid.”
The girl struggled to free her hand from Sheik’s and pushed him away.
“Let her go, Sheik,” Leon said, when Sheik reached back for her. He had a feeling that Delilah would do something to harm the girl later.
Sheik did so and the girl scurried out as fast as she could.
“Sorry about that,” Delilah said, walking over to pour out the tea. “My cousin always makes a scene when there are guests.”
From your actions, I’m sure, Leon wanted to say but bit back his tongue.
“You say she’s muted?” Sheik asked, grabbing a scone and biting into it.
“Of course,” Delilah said in annoyance. “She’s a stupid mute.”
“How so?” Leon asked just to make time fly.
Delilah took a sip of her tea and shrug. “I don’t know. My aunt and uncle got assassinated or something, leaving her traumatized and stupid without a voice.”
“Being mute doesn’t make one stupid,” Sheik said, picking up his