A/N: Thank you all who have reviewed, favorited or followed my story! I am very grateful to y'all. :D Thank you to all who have even just plainly read the beginning of my story! Love you all and I hope you enjoy this! And are you guys kidding me? Are you fucking playing with me? Three favorites? Seven reviews? Nine follows? Thank you guys sooooooooo much!

DISCLAIMER: PJO and HOO is life… I wish it was mine, but it belongs to Rick Riordan! :(

Chapter 1

Annabeth's P.O.V.

The doorman pressed a button, calling the penthouse to inform them someone was here for a job as a maid. The large man spoke in a quiet voice, making his words audible to only the person across the phoneline. Annabeth heard a woman's voice answer, sounding delicate and artsy in some way.

"You can go up," the doorman grunted looking bored. His red uniform brought out the red color in his face, from heat probably, making him look like a large tomato-man. Annabeth giggled inside her head, something not very likely of her to do. Annabeth Chase never giggled. Annabeth Chase also never felt giddy, like she did now. But what brought on these odd feelings? Was it the excitement for her new job? Or was it because she would be seeing Percy Jackson again?

Shaking these thoughts out of her head, Annabeth picked up her two heavy suitcases and made her way to the elevator. The doorman followed her in, swiping his card through a slot after pressing the button labeled "PH". Quickly slipping out of the elevator, the doorman left Annabeth with her thoughts. Again she started wondering?

Would the pent house look nice?

Would it be a good job?

What would happen?

Why had Annabeth even taken the job? She had no intentions to become a cleaning lady or a maid. Annabeth had a bachelor's degree in architecture. The last couple years she had spent traveling the world, learning about the different architecture in varying countries in the world and about ancient architecture. She was very skilled and good at this, but Annabeth was a perfectionist. She wanted to know a lot about the art before getting a job. Annabeth wanted her designs to be perfect.

Greek architecture especially interested her. Roman a close second. When she had learned about a job opening in a penthouse that was built in the style of Greek architecture, Annabeth jumped at the chance to study it more closely. Even if that meant becoming a maid. Earning a little cash on the side to help her get started later would not hurt.

With a 'ding', Annabeth arrived at the penthouse. The doors slid open to reveal a woman with bright red hair and green eyes. Freckles dotted her pale complexion, her features pretty and slender. She had a white short sleeved tee-shirt on and paint splattered jeans. A paint brush resided in her hand, its tip a vivid shade of red. Annabeth suddenly felt overdressed in her blue pleated skirt and cream top.

"Hey, I'm Rachel. Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy's wife. You've met him. And you must be Annabeth," Rachel stared Annabeth in the eyes, smiling meaningfully. She had an aura of confidence surrounding her, as if she was close to Annabeth. Confident and exotic, the two words summed Rachel up. And kind. Very kind and lucky.

"Yes I am, Mrs. Dare," shyly Annabeth replied. Rachel laughed as if Annabeth said something funny.

"Don't call me Mrs. Dare! That's silly," her eyes twinkled as Rachel clutched her stomach, still laughing. "Its so formal. Plus it makes me feel old. You must be around my age, twenty-six."

Smiling slightly, Annabeth nodded. She was twenty-six. Hardly waiting for Annabeth to reply Rachel had started talking again.

"Well welcome! You'll love it here!" taking one of Annabeth's suitcases, with a pattern of yellow and gray stripes. She started walking, "Follow me."

Rachel moving aside, Annabeth could see the room in front of the elevator. The interviews for the job of a maid were held in a different location, a study or something of the likely. The room in front was beautiful, a breathtaking sight. The ceiling was a dome painted in the colors of rich gold and light cream. Statues stood in nooks and crannies and a wide staircase led to an upstairs floor. Doorframes led to different rooms that Annabeth could not see. The penthouse really was based on Greek architecture.

Rachel led Annabeth down winding corridors and through amazingly decorated rooms, the blonde gawking at all the wonderful architecture. She just couldn't believe she was going to be staying in a place of such beauty. In a pent house with columns and statues of the greeks. Finally, Rachel stopped in front of a door. It was made of a dark wood and surrounded by column's on the wall.

"This is going to be your room. It is nothing special, but it does have quite a lot of space. Hopefully you can make yourself feel at home. The Greek architecture is a bit odd, but you'll get used to it," Rachel spoke in the voice of a tour guide. Gentle and kind, but yet bored and jumping for the chance to get away.

"Thanks," Annabeth replied, "It's so beautiful here."

Staring off into the distance Rachel freamily replied, "It is. I'm an artist and this place is so inspirational…"

Jumping out of a trance, Rachel yanked the door open and led Annabeth in. What the redhead had called a room was really a suite. With Rachel in the lead, Annabeth was shown her bedroom, a small guest room, a kitchenette, two bathrooms, a decent sized study and a sitting room. It all was quite spacious, as mentioned before. Everything was white, creme and gray. From velvet curtains to fur carpets everything was in this beautiful array of colors.

"So, this is your room!" Rachel peppily announced. Placing Annabeth's suitcase by the large bed in the bedroom, she flopped onto an armchair which was precisely and elegantly placed near the bed. As Annabeth placed the suitcase she was carrying down, Rachel continued talking. "Do you want a tour now? Or do you want to settle down first?"

"Tour now," Annabeth shortly answered. The next hour was spent touring the large penthouse. The master bedroom. So many bathrooms. Studies. A library. A movie theater. A large kitchen. The dining room. All exquisite and exotic. All beautiful.

Annabeth fell asleep that night thinking of the stunning architecture. And of the stunning Percy Jackson that inhabited this home.

A/N: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! School just ended for the year for me and there was a lot of work packed up there. I will try to update more over the summer, but I will be in Poland during July… with no internet! The torture! But I will try to write a few chapters so I can post them when I get back. And again, THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING, FAVORITING AND FOLLOWING! It means so much to meeeee!

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Guest: What do you mean by "He still has to stay I do". Percy and Rachel are already married, they are not still engaged.

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Fantabulous Girl: I will have Percabeth further in the story, but of course there have to be a few bumps in the road (Perachel)!