So yeah, another story.
...Don't blame me if my head's full of ideas. I AM working on my other Fics too. I just... need some more time on these. Okay? Okay.
Meh, short prologue is short. I know that.
Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. Hopefully.
The job:
"So this is the place, huh…"
The young male stood in front of the small mansion, awed. "Can I actually get this job…? Kinda doubt it…"
Picking up a scrambled paper from the slightly wet and dirty floor, the man sat down on a bench, flipping through the pages.
"Now… Where are the job adverts…?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "There."
While scanning through the advertisements, one of them caught his eye. "What…? This is… odd."
Ringing a small bell, a male voice called out, "Who is there?"
Coming out of a small hut near the gate, a butler walked up to him. "Who are you and why are you here?"
Suddenly, he got really nervous. "I-I am here b-b-because of the job advertisement…", he stuttered. Eyeing the slightly shabby looking male, the butler opened the gate.
"Follow me."
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"So you want to look after my daughter… How comes?"
The young man fiddled with his sleeves nervously as his (hopefully) soon-to-be employer eyed him.
He then sighed, speaking up again. "I need the money. Personal reasons." The woman nodded, taking off her hat to move a hand through her short, white hair.
"…I see… Well, at least you're honest." She put her hat on again and crossed her legs. "But there are enough other jobs in which you could earn more money. Why did you take this one?"
Looking to the ground, he muttered, "I can't take this kind of jobs. It… I don't want to cause my parents any more trouble." Before she could ask for the reason, he interrupted, "Long story."
The woman nodded. "Ah, well…" He looked up again, knowing for sure that he wouldn't get the job. "Do you have any skills which could help you in this job?"
Knowing an honest answer would ruin his chances as well as lying (as anyone could see this through), he sighed, sealing his demise. "I don't know."
The woman ran a hand through her hair again, sighing herself. "You do realize that your chances are close to zero with such answers, don't you?" Rubbing her eyes, a stern look was painted on her face. "You're lucky my daughter is so picky that she won't accept most people coming here. I'm starting to lose hope." Placing her face in her hands, she sighed. "I trust you enough to let you stay with her. But you have to convince her to give you deadline." She looked him in the eyes. "Nobody ever managed to get her to like them until that deadline was over."
The young man gulped. "I-I see… W-well let's see if I can…" He gave the woman a pained smile as the butler entered the room.
Clearing his throat, he raised his voice. "Madam, the young lady would be ready to speak to him now." She nodded, and the butler turned to face the young male fiddling with his postboy cap. "If you would follow me…"
The boy got up and went after him as the butler lead him to a particular room in the first floor. "This is the young lady's chamber. Please try not to be rude." With that said, he opened the heavy door, motioning him to enter, which the young man did.
When the door fell closed, he looked around in the room and his eyes fell on the young aristocrat woman of around his age, which was sitting in wheelchair.
"I see you're here now."
Don't question the lack of names. I'll add them in the next chapter.
Perhaps.
Anyway... Yeah, the usual stuff. Reviews, requests, anything to mention?
I won't freak out if there's anything you want to tell me.
Honestly.
So, yeah. See you next update!