I was lost in the fascinating world of Antarctica when my battered old cell phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. I found myself back in my room, lying on my tummy with 'The Quest' opened up in front of me. I pulled out my phone quickly.

If I am crazy about something, it's cell phones. I pick up each and every call, read and reply each and every text at once. Even if there are only a few each day from my cousins. It's not that I'm a lovely cousin, it's just an obsession.

I pressed the jammed keys to open the inbox. I don't have awesome phones like my cousins. Mine is not even screen touch. Aunt gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday and ordered me to take great care of it as it was my late uncle's phone. I mean, how low can a person get? But as I love my uncle, I kept it.

The loading completed and the ugly loading bar vanished. At last, I was able to read the text. It said:

'This is Lisa. I have a message for you from Hilda. She wants you to go and see her, immediately. Or else...' _L

Great! Now I would have to leave the book due to that ugly snob. I shut the book with a snap and got up, hoping aunt wouldn't see me going... Going where?

That good for nothing Lisa did not tell me where to go.

I texted her back:

'Where?' _M

'Oh, so you're coming?' _L

'Yes, but only because I want to get a bit of fresh air, not because I have to come.' _M

'Yeah right.' _L

'Just tell me where to go.' _M

'Her house, you idiot. Where else?' _L

I put my phone into my pocket again and tiptoed outside. I had no means of transport and so I half ran, half walked all the way to her house. It's more of a mansion really.

There are huge iron gates which open into a big drive. There are ten garages in which cars of latest models are parked. Every car has a 24" T.V, a cold drink machine, a hot drink machine and an ice cream machine with all kinds of flavours. There is a specific driver for each car.

Can you believe it? Three of them belong to Hilda. I've never seen all this, but I've heard quite a lot about it, more from wannabe Lisa than anyone else. There are also many other stories and rumours about the mansion, I don't know how many of them are true, guess I'm about to find out.

I walked briskly to the mansion gates. They really were beautiful. The gatekeeper eyed me with disgust, looking at my dirty old snickers, pale blue top and faded jeans.

"Mr. Francis doesn't give charity money to people who ask for it at his gates. He goes to charity dinners and donate money to people who actually need it. Very generously too," he said pompously.

"I'm not here for charity," I said angrily.

"And why, I may ask, you're here?" he asked pompously, again.

"Aren't you a bit pompous for a low wage gatekeeper?" I asked angrily.

"Don't you try to mess with me," he snapped.

"I'm here due to a personal matter. Let me in," I snapped back.

"Oh, you're a servant of some kind then, in need of a job," he said.

"I'm not anyone's servant, or slave," I added.

"But you do look like one," he said.

"That's it! I'm leaving. And when Hilda asks me, I'll tell her that I left because of you. So there," I said and turned to go.

"Hey, comeback!" he shouted at once.

I kept walking.

"I'm sorry, alright," he shouted again. Ha! He apologised on hearing Hilda's name. Just as I thought.

I still kept walking.

"Please," he added.

I still kept walking.

He ran after me and apologised for like a hundred times before I stopped and agreed to go back. I didn't know he was that scared of Hilda. By that time we had walked a few metres from the gates. I had been walking slowly on purpose, or else he would have stopped following me because he couldn't probably leave the gates out of sight.

"I'm sorry, please don't tell Miss Hilda about it," he pleaded, "or else she would have my head."

"I'll think about it. But if your attitude doesn't change, I'm gonna change my mind," I said severely.

"It was an order from Mr. Francis," he said meekly.

"Okay, I'll tell Hilda that you obey Mr. Francis' orders by insulting her friends," I said.

"You're her friend?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes, I am," I replied confidently. It wasn't like he was going to ask her.

He stopped and looked at me with a puzzling look in his eyes then shrugged and moved on. He was probably wondering how could Hilda choose me as friend.

"Now let me in," I said firmly, when we reached the gates.

"Yes, miss," he said.

I was about to say 'call me Mary', but changed my mind and walked through the big gates. I walked down the dive and to the big door. It was, if possible, even more beautiful than the gates.

"Yes, miss, who do you want to see?" asked the door keeper.

He wasn't looking down upon me. Maybe it was the gatekeepers duty to keep the charity people outside, and anyone approved by him was allowed to enter the house un-insulted.

"I'm here to see Hilda. I'm her class fellow," I said.

"Oh, you're Mary! Hilda informed me about you. You may go inside," he said.

I wanted to ask him that why hadn't Hilda informed the gatekeeper that I was coming, but thinking that the door keeper knew why I was there, I changed my mind and entered the held open door.

"Wow!" I gasped as I entered the house. It was... I have no words to describe it. No wonder Hilda is snobbish and stuck up.

I made my face expressionless as I was being guided by a maid to Hilda's room. I didn't want Hilda to see that I was impressed.

"You can enter, my slave," said Hilda as I opened the door to her room.

I tolled my eyes.

"You're late!" she said as soon as I entered.

"I'm not late. I came as soon as I could," I said annoyed.

"Lisa texted you nearly half an hour ago," she said.

"She did, but then it took me nearly ten minutes to find out where did you want me to meet you," I tried to defend myself.

"The answer was just one text away. It doesn't take ten minutes" she said.

"It does if you have a phone like mine," I said and tossed my cell phone at her.

Surprisingly, she caught it in mid air. She looked at it and threw it back at me. I was not ready to catch it, but I managed to stop it from hitting the ground.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

She smirked and said, "let me guess, it took you nearly ten minutes to find out that I wanted to meet you at my house, and it took you nearly ten minutes to walk to my house and then it took you nearly ten minutes to get through the gates. By the way Ogilvie didn't insult you too much, did he?"

So that's why she didn't inform him. She wanted me to get insulted by a gatekeeper. That's disgusting.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"By the way, what did you say to Ogilvie to make him run after you, begging you to come inside?" she asked, smirking.

"That's my little secret," I smirked back.

"Then I won't tell you how I know about the delay at the gates," she said.

"Don't then," I countered.

"I don't want myself waiting for my slave, so I'll give you a proper phone with which you can keep in touch with me," she said.

I ground my teeth at the word slave, but as I wanted to see where it all goes, so I kept my mouth shut.

She gave me a sky blue phone and it was screen touch. I put it into my pocket as if it was no big deal.

Hilda looked at me for a while, thinking of an insult and came up with a lame one, "you might wanna learn how to use it. It's one of the latest models, but way too old for me."

"Nah! I can use it way better than you," I said.

"Really! I think..." she started, but I interrupted her.

"Just kidding, I know you can use it better than me. Let's just get to the point. Why did you want to see me?" I asked politely. I didn't want to waste any more time.

She gave me a strange look as if she couldn't expect any politeness from me.

"What?" I asked.

"Forget it!" she shook her head. "I want you to take care of some stuff for me," she said.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked.

"Open this drawer and take out the file in it, she ordered.

"What!" I exclaimed. "Why don't you take it out by yourself. You're the one sitting beside the drawer."

"What are slaves for?" she smirked.

I glared at her angrily.

"Just take it out," she said.

I flung open the drawer and pulled it out completely. It crashed to the floor but did not break. Why didn't it break? I wanted it to break.

"Careful," said Hilda.

"Have you not got enough money to buy another one?" I asked, still angry.

"You can break all the furniture in this room and I'd still have enough money to buy all of it again," she said.

"Here's the file," I said, handing it to her. It's not like I couldn't come up with a good retort but I just didn't want to waste any more time.

She opened it up and took out a sheet of paper. "You have to do all of these things for me," she said.

I took a look at the list, the title was, 'Things for my slave to do'. It had a total of 13 points. I rolled my eyes and started reading out loud.

"Number one, wait on me for an entire month, during the lunch break. Blah blah blah ... No can do," I said and handed it back to her without even looking at the other points.

She did not take it from my hand and I put it down on the bed in front of her.

"You'll have to. I'm not giving you any choices," she said.

"I don't care, humiliation is way better than this," I pointed at the list.

"Here's the deal, you do all the stuff on this list and I give you your photo back," she said. "I won't keep a single copy. This way you'll be free again."

"Deal!" I said half heartedly and pocketed the list, thinking of getting rid of this trouble once and for all.

Little did I know that destiny still had humiliation in store for me, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Author's note :

So, what do you think?

I am sorry for the late update. I had exams.

You all also know about Filch in Harry Potter. Have any peon or janator like Filch? Tell me in the comments.

There's a peon in my college, he always spies on students to see whether they are skipping classes or not. He always tell tales about us to the principal. Everyone hates him. And we also make fun of him and make him pay.

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