Elizabeth stood in front of the big, two-story, brick house in the cool, but sunny September air. She looked down at the crumpled paper in her hand where she had scribbled the address from the ad in the newspaper. She checked the house address to the address she had scribbled down last night before she went to bed. "This is the place." She said softly to herself, as she marveled at the big house. She had no idea who Mr. Mark Calaway was, but he indeed had a beautiful house.
Elizabeth gathered up her courage and began to walk up the stairs leading to the house. Upon reaching the front door, she rang the door bell and waited. A couple of minutes later, the door swung open and Elizabeth was starring up into the green eyes of a very big, frowning man. "I'm looking for Mr. Calaway." Elizabeth said quietly. "I'm Mr. Calaway." The big man said. Elizabeth looked at the big man in surprise. She had expected Mr. Calaway to be an elderly man or a family man of some sort who needed help keeping up with his house, but this man seemed to be neither.
"I'm here about the job." She stammered, a little intimidated by the man's presence. Mark looked at the young woman. What was a pretty, little thing like this doing inquiring about a housekeeping job? He wondered to himself. Mark cleared his mind and said, "Yes, please come in." Mark led her down the hall to the large den. "Please, have a seat." Mark told her, going to the bar to pour himself a drink. Without glancing up Mark asked, "Would you like a drink?" "No thank you." Elizabeth said, looking around the lavishly furnished room. It was beautiful and elegant to say the least.
Mark took a seat in the big overstuffed chair across from where she sat on the sofa. "So to start, I guess I could introduce myself." Mark said, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm Mark Calaway. And you are?" "I'm Elizabeth Andrews." She said, reaching out to shake Mark's extended hand. Mark drew his hand back and took in her features. She is stunning he thought. She had reddish brown hair that reached a little past her shoulders and curled slightly around her pretty face, with light brown eyes. Her skin was a creamy ivory color and her cheeks were flushed from the crisp September morning air.
Mark brought himself back from thought. "So, why do you want to be my housekeeper?" He asked her, noting the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Elizabeth for sure wasn't going to tell him the real reason she needed the job, so she thought a moment before she spoke. She remembered reading about the local factory in the town laying people off, so she put two and two together. "I used to work at Peterson's Factory, until I got laid off." She said, making her story up as she went. She continued, "I need money to pay my bills and there's not much to offer in this small town." Elizabeth said with a slight laugh. Mark nodded in agreement. There really wasn't much to offer in this little town. If you were lucky enough to find a job, you had better keep it. Mark asked her a few more questions and carefully listened to Elizabeth's answers.
Mark drew in a deep breath and looked at the young woman. "I'll give you the job Ms. Andrews, but I want you to be fully aware of the requirements before you accept the position." "I am a professional wrestler and I am on the road all but three days a week." "You will be required to live here, since I am gone so much I need someone to stay in my house and keep up the cleaning, laundry, and to pay my bills for me so that I don't have to worry about it." "When I am home, I expect you to cook for me, since I have to eat out so much when I am on the road." Elizabeth nodded. She had no problem with living here, since she couldn't afford to continue to pay rent for her crummy apartment.
They spent the next twenty minutes talking about the requirements of the position, before Mark took down her address and promised to have a moving van meet her at her apartment at 10:00 AM the next day. He wanted her to move in as soon as possible, since he would be leaving on the road again in two days. Mark showed Elizabeth to the door and told her goodbye. He made his way back down the hall to the den where he sighed, flopped down into his big easy chair, and turned on ESPN. Something told him, that hiring someone to live with him that he found that attractive was a bad idea.