Angela woke up feeling relaxed for some reason. She slept the same sleep eveyday except for the past couple nights because of the sudden departure of his father. But for some reason she slept good here.

'Weird'

Standing up, stretching and then headed to the bathroom. Wore her uniform, she looked at the wall clock. It was 6:30. Very early but she was used to it.

The mistress and master weren't awake, it seemed. Perfect. Now she can prepare the meal for them. But to her surprise there was already a man in the kitchen. The figure was wearing a chef's uniform.

'So they have a chef of their own?'

"Uh, Good morning, Sir" Angela greeted.

The man turned around and smiled as he made eye contact with the new maid.

"Good morning, mademoiselle. You must be Bernard's daughter. I am Jéan Von fórt" The chef extended his hand.

The man was a bit old, palish white complexion, a tone native to french people. His accent was very French, too French, infact.

"Angela Doss. I wasnt told that the family has a chef as well" Angela shook his hand.

"Im not very famous. I let my food do the talking" winked the sweet old man.

Hahahaha.

"You're right on the money on that one."

"Ohh. So you ate my food last night, I presume. I am humbled by your satisfaction."

"Speaking of food. Need a hand? Im quite familiar with food, myself."

"Oh? Knock yourself out." Jéan's face lighted up.

Angela smiled to realise they were getting along pretty good.

Her word proved to be fruitful. Angela prepared thin, double decker pancakes and cheesy pork with french cheese omelettes with ease and no mess. Jéan was astonished by her capability and by tasting the food, he never felt more enlightened before.

"With these talents, I'm afraid even I will be replaced."

"Haha that won't happen." Angela smiled and winked.

The Mistress and Master came down at the same time to the dining table to see it already surging with dishes they never expected to have.

Angela saw a semi middle age man wearing a nice 3 piece suit and was slightly overweight.

'That must be Sir Charles.'

"Good morning, Sir Charles, Mistress Brenda."

The couple looked at each other and then at the young maid. Shocked by her devotion to this job.

"See, I told you. She is Bernard but younger" Brenda joked.

"Hey, kiddo. How are ya? Like the house and Its invaders?" Charles approached Angela.

"Yes, Sir. Its beyond perfection." Angela spoke her mind.

"My God, you look exactly like Bernard. You have the hair to prove it."

The women laughed.

'Wow. This is Sir Charles? He is so calm and cool'.

Angela smiled as she felt home..until the handsome critter made his entry.

"Good morning, peeps" Ryan said as he looked at every face in the room and sat at the table.

Angela's happy mood was replaced by uneasiness. Was she afraid of Ryan? Or was she annoyed?

On that cue, Angela left the family and headed to the kitchen to meet up with Jéan.

They both did their breakfast in the kitchen and conversed as long as they could. They found each other interesting. Jéan told Angela about Bernard and his funny moments which lighted up Angela. Apparently, she found a friend.

"Alright, Mom. See ya."

The father and son left.

Angela quickly rushed in to pick up the plates but Brenda was still eating. Brenda offered Angela to sit with her until she does her breakfast.

"You sure, you've eaten?" Brenda asked.

"Yes. I did. Thank you for offering."

"So Angela. Today my collegue is arriving with a bussiness deal and you need to stay with me all day. We're gonna show her around and coverse with her. Thats not gonna be difficulty, right?"

"No, Ma'am. You can count on me." Angela grinned.

Brenda saw her for the first time smiling and it was at this moment did she notice the beauty of Bernard's daughter.

"You're so Gorgeous!"

"Uhh...What?" Angela blushed.

"Im sorry for noticing too late, I was a bit drunk yesterday. Now that I'm sober. You're actually quite ravishing." Brenda was astonished.

Angela could only blush and feel the same shyness. But she was right. Angela was quite good looking. She had long, silky, dark raven hair. Hazelnut brown eyes with a short pointed nose and thin pink lips. Skin color was american white (caucasion) with no freckles or pimples.

"Im sorry. Nobody has ever said such kind words to me before so Im lost for words. But thank you."

The guest arrived and Angela was doing her part. She was accompaning Brenda and the guest, Colleen, to each and every part of the house. Before the mission started Angela walked from one place to another to memorise the house so that she wouldnt get lost and kept the guest waiting. It wasnt asked but Angela quickly made some lemonade for the beautiful older women, satisfying Collen even more.

Eventually, all sat down in the lawn where Colleen, the guest, sidetracked and conversed with Angela, regarding her life, job and progress.

"Brenda, your maid is so hot. She puts teen vogue models to shame." Colleen said with widened eyes.

"You can say that again."

"Hahah, Thank you. To be very honest, you two women are about 40 but you still look as if youre in your twenties. I was surprised to see how nowadays women keep their charms." Angela spoke wholeheartedly.

The lawn was filled with their laughter and smiles. Angela felt like she was home. Even the strangers were so nice with her. Interactions were so good and she wasnt criticised even once. Was she doing an amazing job or were there good people in this world as well?

"Listen, honey. Im not joking but if you really are interested in becoming a model. Call me." Colleen said to Angela before bidding farewell Brenda and leaving.

Brenda looked happily at Angela and praised her for her job today. But Angela was occupied with shock after what she was offered.

"God works in mysterious ways, doesnt He, Angela?" Brenda said.

"But--"

"You can trust her. Afterall She's the reason why Ryan works as a model as well"

"Oh right--What? He's a model too?"

Brenda smiled "Don't underestimate him."

Ryan, continuously for hours was engrossed on his laptop, arranging mails to different estate companies and issuing more export parts. Time seemed to fly for Ryan as he had so much to do which made him wanna love his job even more.

But today he finished quickly than before because he was thinking too much. It felt like a distraction to him as he couldn't focus much. Shutting his laptop down, leaning back, Ryan closed his eyes, thinking about his life and how it suddenly changed. But his thoughts were interrupted by a ravenhaired beauty.

'What? Okay, that was weird '

As he closed his eyes again, Angela again appeared his mind.

'Come on, man. Are you serious?' Ryan argued with himself.

But no use, he was still thinking about her. Opening his eyes, Ryan smiled at this realisation that he was starting to think about a someone now.

Ring

"Yeah, Mike. Wassup?" Ryan said happily

"Hey, dude. Where are ya?"

"In my office, brah."

"Whao, man. Kind a happy, aint ya?"

"Come on, brah" Ryan laughed.

"I fucking knew it! Come on, tell me who is it this time? Lucy? Sharon? Ashley?" Mike sounded anxious.

"Hahaha none. Leave me alone man ive got some work to do".

"Hey ,hey --" Ryan hung up.

laughing and smiling into the abyss Ryan thought

'One day'