AN: Very short, but I thought it would be good as an intro. This will be a long story! yay! I hope you like the idea of the story i've come up with. You'll get an explanation in the next part.
And I need to mention that english is not my native language, therefore there will be errors, typos in the future. But I try my best you proof read all of it before posting.
Oh and soooo dumb of me...I just realized that you can reply to comments! lol...silly me. I drink too much coffee.

It's empty. This is your first thought when you enter the house. It's not welcoming in any way. The walls are white and even though there are some frames of the family plastered on them it's still empty. Maybe it's the pictures…they don't seem real. The people on them don't look happy... they're pretending to be someone they're not. You walk to the kitchen counter and begin to cut the vegetables she ordered you to do. While doing this you can't help but to ponder on your earlier reactions to the household. Maybe it's the lack of actual warm air. Somebody should set the switch on the air conditioner to hot, because it's ridiculous how the family can live like this. The day starts easy; you prepare several items that need to be finished before moving on and cooking the actual food. When that is done, you head back to their basement and gather all their cleaning supply. The boss orders you to start off with the bottom floor and you sigh quietly to yourself. You wonder if this is your life now, you wonder if a knight in shining armor will come and save you. You wonder if she's going to fire you when she gets home and sees you.

Two hours later and it's done with the cleaning but then appears the guardian of this house. He orders you to collect all their dirty laundry and to throw them into their three thousand dollar washing machine. And even you the perfectionist, the diva as others think you are, thinks it's ludicrous.

It is 6 Pm and you start to wonder if the day ever ends. The alarm clock of your cell goes off, and you head downstairs to collect the washed clothes. Your hands are aching from all the hard work you've done. Regret and despair sets in, you want to leave, you want to cry, you want to turn back time to the way things were. The buzz of the metallic egg timer goes off in the kitchen. Plates, cutlery, napkins, crystal glasses, you check off the list in your head. Their finest china is placed on their dinner table because of the special guest they're having over tonight. At approximately 7 pm their laundry are warm and dried. You pick up on of the baskets containing her clothes and start your way to her room. Lost in your own world while folding, you don't notice the door behind you move. Until you hear her voice. That's when you realize, that it's not a dream. You're not going to wake up from this nightmare, and that's probably what's she's thinking too.

"Man Hands? Why are you in my room, folding my clothes?" She exclaims confused and disgusted by your presence.

TBC

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