68 Mrs. Catherine (1/2)
A worker stared as they walked past, seemingly surprised at the fact that someone dressed so finely would stain their clothes holding a child from their humble orphanage. She continued to stare before approaching Julian.
”'Would you like me to hold him for you?'” the lady asked, tapping Julian's shoulder.
Julian turned to her, malice shining so brightly in his cold blue eyes that his stare alone made her jump back
”'No thanks, I can hold him myself,'” Julian spat. He looked down at the arm she had touched in abhorrence, ”'please refrain from touching me. This suit is worth more than your liver. I'm sure you wouldn't want to sell both to replace my suit.'”
The worker flinched, backing away from Julian significantly. ”'N-no sir…'” she stuttered, clutching her quivering hand, ”'w-would you like me to lead you to the office.'”
”'That is your job isn't it?'” Julian scoffed.
”'Sir… please don't be rude to Mrs. Catherine,'” Matheio asked, feeling empathy for the worker. The way she shook reminded him of how scared he was to be up there in Julian's arms. He looked down at the worker, ”'Sorry Mrs. Catherine.'”
The worker stared blankly at Matheio, then clenched her jaw, despising the fact that she had to look up to the boy she had been working overtime for.
”'Mrs. Catherine?'” the worker snapped, ”'what did I teach you about calling your elders by their names?!'”
She raised her hand to spike him when a strong force stopped her in her place. She shuddered, feeling the enmity of the presence towering over her. 'Fu*k,' she thought to herself, realizing her mistake as she struggled to free her hand, barely able to even move under the stare of Julian.
”'Never lay your filthy hands on him again,'” Julian snarled, flinging her hand away and in result, pushing her backward a few feet.
She looked up to Julian's tall, broad back in which Matheio laid his head, and replied in submission, ”'Y-yes sir.'”
She led them down the twisting hallways of the orphanage and Julian peered into the slits on the top of each door he passed, looking into a room full of kids or empty rooms. It seemed that the further into the building, like Matheio was, where no visitor would wander was the least populated. As if the workers themselves have given up on the kids in that area and refused to move them up into rooms where they would be noticed and more likely to be adopted.
Soon they reached the office, on the first floor where kids were running around freely, having more freedom than Matheio ever got in a week. He peered at his free age mates somberly, wondering why he never got the chase to do that.
”'We have arrived sir,'” the worker declared, opening the door into the office for Julian and then stepping aside.
He turned back around and walked into the office, striking a conversation with the giddy Matheio.