the house cleaner and the tyrant

I'm not a fool

Waking early the next morning, type was in his car, to take deep breathes to then reverse to go to his job, shaking a bit.
Before his bosses mansion, he looked to it to chew at his inner cheek.
You're phone is fully charged, you have gone over your plan several times, just go in, have it happen again then you get him thrown in jail were he belongs, maybe a few others will do what he did to you.
Type took in a deep breathe to nod.
Remember also that detective stated this has happened before, so you are preventing future victims of this.
Type then gritted his teeth at the thought.
He then got out to slam the door a bit, to then take a very long breathe in.
You need to calm down, need to act like what happened didn't, also you need to act a bit ill since you called in that way.
Type then went forward, to go to the door too place his hand to the nob to eye.
Just..... For today..... Get it over with.....
He then opened the door to go to the cloest to eye his uniform.
Type shook his head.
How many others have had to wear this ridiculous set up?
He then grabbed his uniform to then part to the bathroom, mr. Karka who was well hidden watched him go to raise an eye brow.
To the bathroom, type downed it on with the door locked this time to then eye himself in the mirror.
Last day I have to wear this crap, I'll get him to do what he did last time, get it on camera, then he goes to jail.
Type turned to then go to his cloest to grab out all his supplies to then start, has the day went by, he didn't see his boss even when he fed him breakfest and lunch, by 3, type got up to look to the clock to dart his eyes.
Maybe it's time, I go to him and ask to clean the pool and tub, get this fucking over with and now.
Turning he then went to his boss office to then gulp to knock to the door.
Has he peered in, he saw him typing very fast to eye the computer, he didn't move nor knowledge.
Type tried again.
Mr. Karka furrowed his brow.
"I am very busy. Why are you here?" He said with a bit of distain.
Type gritted his teeth at his tone to roll his eyes to step in to hang his head.
"Mm, I was wondering, because I am still recovering, may I.... Clean the tub and the pool to then be able to go home a little early?"
Mr. Karka took a deep breathe to keep typing.
A few moments passed.
"Mr.....karka?"
"Listen, I really do not have time for this, since you're little adventure to the police station I have to write a response and do my follow-up work."
Types eyes widen to then look up..
Fuck! He knows!
Mr. Karka signed to then take his hands back to then eye type..
"Do you really not have thought they wouldn't have contacted me? You need to know, this is not the first time this has occurred and I can cover myself, also the facts remain you honestly didn't do one thing to stop it, words alone is not enough, now if you can't handle what happened, then there is the door, I however right now have a mulitude of things I need to get done today."
Mr. Karka turned to then get back to work leaving type to look over him a bit amazed.
"How..... How many people have you've done something like that too?"
Mr. Karka signed.
"You do not need to know that detail, now if you would like to keep this job then get back to work and now."
Type gritted his teeth to furrow his brow.
"You are not going to get away with what you did!"
Mr. Karka slightly chuckled.
"Seems I already have. And from what mr. Yio probably told you, I do have a doctirne in this field, you should know your prostate is in fine shape."
Type took a hesitant foot forward to look sternly at him.
"You are a son of a...."
Mr. Karka then looked to him to furrow his brow to stand to place his hands to his desk.
"Listen to me mr. Turma, you did nothing really to stop what I did, now if you want to keep this job turn around and finish it!"
Type flexed his jaw to then look down.
"I..... Do not want that to happen again."
Mr. Karka scoffed to sit to then begin typing once more.
"When you're under my roof and you are nothing but my employee, things tend to happen."
Types eyes widen to look up.
"That is not! Going to happen again!"
Mr. Karka shrugged.
"If you think that, now you have 10 seconds to leave and do your work, if not your fired."
"Mr. Karka! You can't just...."
"10."
"Listen to me mr. Karka! You can't just..."
"9."
Types eyes darted feeling a bit defeated.
"Damnit, you can't just do whatever you want to your so called employees you pervert!"
Mr. Karka looked to him to narrow his eyes.
"5, 4, 3, 2....."
Type signed to then turn.
"Asshole! You touch me again I'll fucking punch you!"
He then left slamming the door, mr. Karka raised his eyes to then lean into his seat to smile and wide.
Passion.....Rebellion.....a bit of stupidity, this is going to be so much fun.
Chuckling to himself he got back to work.
Type then went back to his place to eye the cleaning supplies to then kick a bucket.
"Fucking! Pervert! Son of a...."
Then his eyes widen, brain clicked.
He said.... This would happen again right? I just need to have my phone on me and be able to..... Record this..... Then he will go to jail for this.....
Type then smiled and wide to go to the bucket to then start to clean once more, unaware this was not going to be easy but rather hard.