Chapter 1 : The new Maid
Buttoning her attire and sighing hard the young woman, Angela Doss expressed "Dont be scared. Think of it as a normal day of your life."
Taking a final glimpse on the mirror, she lef her apartment and headed to her destination : Reeves residence, belonging to the wealthy Charles Reeves.
First days are always hard, its only natural for a person to experience nervousness. Meeting a rich family in a alien environment. Who wouldn't be?
Outside the mansion, Angela stood astonished by the beauty of the residence. It was a big house with quite a beautiful exterior. There were no gates, which kind of suited.
"May I help you, miss?"
A voice rang through the adult's ear.
Looking to the left, it appeared to be an old man...gatekeeper.
"Ah...you must be the new maid. Mistress spoke about you. Please make yourself at home. She is expecting you." The keeper spoke, not giving a chance to reply.
'He was nice' Angela thought to herself.
Angela walked along the lane toward the resident. Lane was surrounded by grass, simple yet elegant. It brought a lively touch to the otherwise gloomy energy the lonely structure emanated. Moving her head from left to right, Angela truly was impressed by the beauty of this place but it still wasn't making her supress the nervousness.
Opening the main door, voices were coming from the left. Reaching the room, a figure was seen near the chimney sofa. A tall and ravishing women, with a fair complexion, long hazelnut hair with red lips and blue eyes. That must be the woman who spoke with Angela yesterday. Angela stood in her position, not uttering a single word as she was still nervous but the wait was annoying and seemed disrespectful.
"G-Good M-morning, Mistress" Finally spoke Angela.
Swaying her head, the beautiful woman turned to face the person who called out to her. As soon as their eyes met, Angela looked down out of shyness.
"Oh, Angela! You're here! Come on close, will ya?"
Slowly walked Angela and tried to bow but was stopped immediately. A feeling of confusion creeped onto her mind.
"Don't" a serious voice
A few seconds silence.
"Hahah, take it easy. Whats going on with you? Don't do that here, its so weird." Mistress spoke wholeheartedly, laughing in between.
"I-I-Im sorry...it wont happen again." Angela replied, stammering in between. She didnt know what to do or say.
"I know its hard for you but, Damn! Dont get so worked up, okay?"
Angela looked up to see her offering her hand.
"Brenda. Call me Brenda."
Angela didnt know what was going on but she was surely not expecting any of this.
"Angela...Doss." accepting her hand.
"Come Angela. Sit here with me." said Brenda patting her side spot.
'Just sit. Just sit. Nothing weird'
"Im sorry. Your father, Bernard had to leave so urgently. This issue of his village is of the utmost importance, said he." Brenda tried to converse.
"Bernard, was family to us. We never saw him as a butler but as a family member. He was always there for me and my husband, providing moral support every day. He told us to look after you, you know. His leave was way too fast."
Angela looked to face Brenda as she was surprised to hear what she said.
"So ...im not here for my services?"
Slowly nodded, Brenda.
"No. We did need someone but you're presence here isnt that reason entirely.
Angela could only nod, it was reasonable, afterall.
"Angela, lemme give you a tour around our house. You know me but you must be fond of my husband, Charles and my brat, Ryan. Dangerous and devilish, is he."
'Dangerous? Is he aggressive or something?'
"We only occupy 3 to 4 rooms in total. 2 bedrooms and other are guest rooms and living room so that must be easy for you."
"Y-yeah...it won't be a problem" Angela replied.
"Dont work today. Today, lemme show you around the house." Brenda winked and smiled.
Angela accepted the offer.
Charles Reeves, a wealthy business tycoon who just so happened to elevate his inherited bussiness connections which made him move up the world. It was a import/export bussiness of many sophisticated assests, ranging fron car parts to luxurious furniture and vehicles. Charles was a person of admirable integrity and having a keen sense of leadership. He would often listen carefully then act and respond. It was because of this reason his co-workers always respected him.
Ryan Reeves, a annoying yet hilarious, cunning yet courageous, selfless yet compassionate, is a 22 year old bussiness partner himself. Ryan hadnt completed his degree because he didnt want to chase the life of an accountant or the stock market. He described them as "cliche professions". In between his college days, he left and requested his father to give him a chance, which he certainly didnt waste. Ryan first started out as an informant to his father but just one faithful day, in a meeting, his father acknowledged his ability of persuasion. A deal which, Charles thought was impossible to establish, was done due to Ryan's persuasion. This showed his true potential in bussiness life which promoted him to a secretary, assigned to handle meetings and expansions with other close estates.
Being a college dropout was a blessing, it seemed. For both the family and himself.
Ryan was running late, he spent too much time again in calling other bussiness heads, promoting a deal. He left without his father who had to run some errands.
Reaching home, Ryan went to the dinner table and slowly sneaked toward his mother.
"Hey, Mom"
Cup
Giving a small kiss on Brenda's cheek.
"Oh,Ryan, perfect timing. We were just expecting you."
"We?"
Brenda smiled and gestured infront of them where Angela was standing in attention.
"Who the--" Ryan froze.
"Ryan, this is Angela Doss. Bernard's only child." Brenda introduced.
"Good Evening, Sir Ryan. It is a pleasure to meet you."
That came out fine but it didnt feel right to Angela. She thought, she messed up somewhere. Looking up, to make eye contact with the son of her Mistress, she saw Ryan still frozen but with a small smirk across his face.
'She's our maid?! That's Bernard's daughter? Man, what the hell? she is so fucking beautiful!'
Stepping forward, making Angela more nervous, Ryan still held the grin.
'He is taller than I imagined'
"Hey...welcome to the family. I'm Ryan but that you know already."
'Why is he coming so close?' Angela whimpered.
Ryan stood a few seconds then joined the table giving the nervous maid room to breath.
"Is that all...Mistress Brenda?"
Ryan looked immediately at Angela.
'Did she call my mother by her name. Mom gets attached so quickly'.
"No...come join us. There is so much room for you."
'Now im being offered to eat with them?'
"Oh, No. Im not hungry, actually" Angela lied.
"Im not gonna say it twice, cutey. My house, my tables, my rules." Brenda bossed.
Angela hesitated.
"Its alright. Come join us" Ryan said smiling.
'His smile is so creepy'
Angela breathed hard and sat across Ryan, avoiding eye contact with the young man.
"Thank you so much."
The table was filled with delicious cuisines but Angela didn't eat much. She was well mannered as her plates were not dirty from the side and she took very small bites of the steak unlike the 'prince' Ryan.
Brenda talked...alot. Joking and telling Angela about the way their family works. Occasionally, interrupted by Ryan who contemplated to annoy his mother. In between the talks he would ask Angela her opinions but Angela's reply were short and filled with shyness as ever. This started to get into Ryan's nerves.
Ryan spoke suddenly "Man, can you teach me how to be so shy in my every day life?" faking a girly accent as he said it.
"No...Maybe I can teach how to eat infront of others."
'Shit'.
Angela looked up to face Ryan and apolgize but was interrupted by laughter of both son and mother. This confused Angela. She spoke up against her master, that was disrespectful, right? Why weren't they angry?
Complete confusion surged through her face.
"You're definitely Bernard's daughter." Brenda spoke, laughing in between.
Ryan also laughed and didnt feel embarrassed.
"Im glad you work here. You're pretty funny" Ryan said leaving the table with the same creepy grin.
The dinner was finished and it was time for Angela to pick up the dishes. Within a swoop she picked all the plates, glasses, trays and cleaned as quick and efficiently as she could which was admired by her mistress.
"I guess, I should leave now." Angela said as she faced her mistress.
"Leave?"
"Ma'am?"
Smiling Brenda gestured Angela to follow.
Within seconds they reached a room. Opening the door, she saw a very spacious room with a master bed.
"I don't want to hear anything. This is your room from now on. Youre gonna stay with us."
Brenda left smiling leaving Angela in a state of shock who couldnt believe that the family she was going to work for wanted her to stay with them.
Smiling "Didnt know your worked for saints, Dad".