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Chapter 11

Will's point of view

Today was the most anticipated day for me. It was not because it was a holiday and I happened to be in my castle at Pembroke but because Louisa was scheduled to

officially start work from today. I was reading newspaper as usual; sitting at my dining table when the bell rang thrice with a resounding stubborness that I had come

to associate with Louisa Clarke. I sprang to my feet, putting the newspaper down on the table and rushing to the doorway. Not bothering to look through the peep-hole,

I opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, my vision welcomed the angelic sight of Louisa Clark in a very professional white top and a black pencil skirt with her gorgeous lush

brown hair tied in a very elegant bun. I smiled at her and said, "Please, come."

"There is simply no need for hesitation," I continued when Louisa entered the dining room.

"I will explain all the duties to you," I added, gesturing to the big dining space of the castle.

"You see, this is the dining room which needs maintenance."

"You will vacuum the floor thrice a week and on the remaining two days you will sweep the floor, " I said, pointing to the wooden floors that needed constant cleanliness

"You will also dust the furniture thrice a day," I instructed, trying to sound a bit welcoming so that she didn't get scared off by the duties.

"When I am at home, you will make me coffee with just about two spoons of sugar and very little milk, " I told her, shoving my hands into the deep pockets of my casual

blue jeans.

"You will also clean the floors of the four bedrooms twice a day. "

"For all of these duties, you will be paid 50,000 pounds a month, " I declared, fixing her with a very professional expression.

The moment I said that she would be paid 50,000, her mouth closed and opened several times as if she was finding it very hard to believe. Her eyes grew wide and

she finally managed to ask me,

"Will you really pay me 50,000 pounds a month?"

"yes, Clarke, " I answered.