Just A Maid: CHAPTER 1
Since everyone saying it before each chapter I thought I should say it too even though it's pretty obvious that I do not own any Twilight characters. All the credits go to Stephenie Meyer.
Note: I'm sorry in advanced if you discerned any mistake or not very correct sentences in the text. I'm not American neither British nor leaving in an English speaking country. I tried to stick up with the vocabulary and expressions I learnt and not sounded too wrong in my writing.
I'd like to thank my dear friend Marti who generously accepted to help me with some parts and corrected my mistakes. And also shinyunicorn (check her fanfics it's great!)
Bella was sitting on the couch sweating her ass off until she heard:
"You're hired."
My brows lifted up not expecting this answer from the woman sat across me.
No shit?
I asked unsure about what I had just heard. "Are you being serious?"
She flipped some curls of her Californian blonde hair and nodded.
"Oh my God thank you so much you don't even know the burden you just lightened from me!" I clasped my hands in a praying manner and flashed my most sincere smile.
"Yay!" she said in a high-pitched voice alleging her excitement. "Anyway you're starting tomorrow." she stood from her white Victorian fancy sofa waiting for me to do the same with a grin.
Remembering my manners, I rose, gathered my stuff and tended my hand to greet. I saw her looking down at my non-manicured eat up-nails hand with a fake bright smile and then drove her attention back at me. "Don't be late."
I backed up my moist hand understanding that she wouldn't shake it to sweep it on my black jeans.
Rude.
"Of... Of course!"
She smiled one last time and left in an elegant walk her vast living room or maybe it was a guesting room? I didn't know anything about huge proprieties; I just knew that they had countless rooms which rich people were naming in the most pretentious way.
Her very blue high heels –matching to her tight dress- were resonating on the polished floor. "I guess you know the exit!" I heard her said in the distance.
"I do, thanks don't bother!" I shouted knowing she was already far away and couldn't hear it.
I headed to the exit excitedly still couldn't believe that I had finally found a job and in a very easy way this time.
I had multiple job interviews in the same way in rich neighborhoods with their arrogant, stick in the ass house owners but each one of them had ended up in a failure. I started to get desperate about finding a way to earn a lot of money without having to strip my clothes off.
And now that I had got this housekeeper job everything was getting brighter again. I was thinking about the possibilities that this salary would bring me.
I knew I would be able to afford the medical care my dad Charlie needed to cure his illness and also paid all the insurances.
My mom had left my father and me for cougar dick world when I was younger with a part of our bank savings so I had to learn and accustom very quickly to the independent life. I started to work at sixteen while I was doing my best in high school to eventually get graduated with average grades. I went to the University of Seattle with the other parts of savings left that my parents had made since I was a newborn. My college years were basically myself studying my ass off to graduate from literature studies until I received someday in a middle of my second year, a call from the hospital telling me that my father had been shot in the torso during a drug dealing case that he was working on downtown in Forks. He used to be the sheriff of this little area; our hometown where I spent all my life there until my majority. Now that he was in a very critical state, I had dropped everything college, studies, friends to come to the rescue and took care of my older. I was juggling between multiple mini jobs and also searching for the one that would provide me enough money for Charlie and me once he would be healed.
And finally Tanya Cullen my new employer, the owner of this sumptuous villa I was leaving from got one of my wishes fulfilled. I couldn't help doing my victory dance which caught the man's -who seemed to be the gardener of the place- attention. He peered at me like I was a mental person who had just escaped from her hospital.
Fucking great.
If I was going to work with him I might as well give a good impression. I thought. I regained my composure and walked normally to the huge gates of the residence.
I spent the rest of my day in my crappy apartment that I was sharing with my roommate Jessica in Port Angeles. Since I wasn't going to college anymore I couldn't stay on the campus therefore I had to find myself a place to crash in. Not too far away from Seattle and Forks where I was driving back at least once per week to visit my father when time was allowing me to. He was still in the coma since the accident eight months ago so it's not as though he would miss me if I wasn't going anyway.
I had set up my alarm at 5:30 a.m. for the next day to be on time at the Cullen's at 8 a.m. on the dot. When I heard Wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus resonated in the early quiet morning I did what I was always doing I took my pillow ball and threw it to the alarm clock which I had put on the border of my window so that the lazy ass that I was would have no other choice than get up and switched it off. But with time I had found another strategy to make less effort.
I moaned not wanting to move then remembering that today was a big day I swiftly opened my eyes and got out of the bed in a blur; I showered, dressed up, made up only mascara to light up my brown tired eyes. Then I headed to the kitchen to grab some coffee trying carefully to not wake up Picpus -the pitbull of my roommate- laying on my way. According to her "pitbulls were hot men's best friends."
I also didn't understand her logic.
However I wasn't called Clumsy Bella for nothing when I dropped my bag in the corridor in a loud noise, the fucker had heard it. He gazed at me not happy to have been awakened by me. I quickly picked up my stuff and when I was about to took the tampon that I had rolled on to him he felt my approach and started to growl and showing his sharp canines.
"Shut up Pussy!" I whispered and took back what belonged to me.
He and I weren't such in a good terms as you could see I checked my watch, quickly made calculus and figured that if I didn't want to get stuck in the traffic jam I'd better skip my coffee time and go now. I had two hours and half drive ahead me. I sighed not enjoying the trip but couldn't take the risk to be late for my first day. So I ran outside toward my old Chevrolet trunk and started the engine destination Medina one of the wealthier place near Seattle.
Two middle fingers up and cursing words destined to annoying reckless drivers later I finally made it to the chic suburb.
On time! I congratulated myself.
I got out of the car and removed the wrinkles of my black suit; the only piece of my closet that seemed fancy enough to fit with my new workplace and its people around. I detached my messy bun and let my brownie chocolate hair fell on my tensed shoulders.
Everything is going to be fine I tried to assure myself. Actually I didn't know why I was stressing out it was only a cleaning job. Rich people weren't known for being messy. Only two or three sweeps with a broom, few windows cleaning and laundry would be enough. I also read somewhere that they were only feeding with salad because it was good for the skin.
Wait… Maybe the latter was bullshit when I was re-thinking about it.
I shrugged off my anxieties and headed to the doors impatiently. Once the now familiar blonde beauty Tanya Cullen faced me in her superb white Chanel ensemble all the assurances that I gathered earlier puffed like a balloon. She was gorgeous from head to toe. Her wide dark blue eyes made a quick inspection of my outfit then she smiled at me.
"This is very good Isabellina you're right on time!" She clapped her hands gently. I nodded and fake- smiled my enthusiasm with her. I felt immediately dumb in my black un-ironed suit.
"It's Isabella." I corrected.
"Why did I think your name sounding more like the word Ballerina?" she looked upward questioning herself I didn't know what to respond so I just blurted out. "But you can call me Bella it's easier!"
"Okay I'll try to remember, come in." she was already walking through the immense hall toward a room I hadn't seen yet. I hastily closed the doors behind me and followed her very high stilettos steps with my very flat shoes.
Goddamn it this villa was huge! It almost took us three minutes to finally lead into a corridor in front of a door?
She opened it with a key she had retrieved from her back pocket while talking to me.
"You'll wear a uniform to work from Monday to Saturday; Sunday will be your day off," she pulled out from a shelf inside the closet a dark grey folded uniform to place it on my hands. "The house has three floors the hall included, you'll clean it first since it's the place where guests wandered around so it needs to be perfect!" she closed the door and gave me the key.
We were now moving elsewhere. "Second floor is the bedrooms which obviously have to be tidy daily; you'll work on them first."
"I thought it was the first floor first?" I asked not understanding.
"Don't cut me," she said with her hand then added. "Third floor is basically never use, it's usually the help quarter or the place where we stock unimportant stuff, but it also has the sport room and sauna which I use once a week with Irina my best friend, you'll see she's a-ma-zing!" she marked every syllable, emphasized the last one and turned back to see if I was still following behind. "So the third floor needs to be clean too."
She continued to ramble about the every corner of the immense house that had to be clean "first" and its organization to finally end up an hour later in the kitchen. The size was of course ridiculous the "my all apartment could fit in it" expression was making all its sense now.
I was dazzled by all its equipment and decoration, we weren't alone though, the gardener -that I instantly recognized by his uniform and same inquiring look- was standing behind the marble counter and was filling a vase with some flowers he had probably picked from the plenteous front yard garden.
He didn't look as old as I had first thought when I met his baby blue eyes. He must have been in his twenties like me. He stopped what he was doing when we approached.
"Good Morning Mrs. Cullen." he greeted politely.
"Oh right I forgot," Tanya headed to the double doors fridge to grab a bottle of water. "This is Mike Newton our gardener, who is terrible at cooking by the way." she winced disgusted.
"I'm the gardener ma'am."
"But when I'm hungry I need good food!" she snapped.
Oh I see how it was going to be… I understood. Before I could think any deeper about my theory, Tanya made a sign to follow her. We were passing through another living room I wasn't acquainted to.
"I wish he was as good as cooking like he is with the flowers!" she whined with a shrilling voice. "I wish I could fire him!"
"Why don't you do it then?" every word that this woman was pronouncing was an enigma to me.
"I can't! He's like the best flowers, trees and grass keeper in this neighborhood. Everyone is jealous of me and dying to have him!" She was bragging proud of herself.
Self-centered much?
"The only problem is that he can't cook!"
"But he is the gardener…"
Like 1+1=2 and gardeners are gardeners not cookers! I wanted to scream.
"So?" she stared at me as though I had just said something stupid. "I think they should teach them how to make at least a sandwich in their flowers school in my opinion!" She pouted her pink pulpy lips strongly convinced about her words. I inhaled the sarcasm that was about to slid from mines and smiled at her.
She put her hand on the handle door we had just stopped in front. "Anyway let me introduce you to the men of my life!"
"Men?"
Well that was a very long chapter but it was to introduce the main character and her situation, I'll try to make it less long next time or not.
Tell me what you think of this beginning and who is behind the door.
Hint: they are males
Tell me also if you want me to continue or not
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