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This chapter is dedicated to Mrs. Masters. It's late, I know.
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Vlad stood up from his chair as soon as Molly stomped in. "Is something wrong, Molly?"
Molly stopped for a moment and stared at him. For a second he sounded a lot like the ghost who haunted the huge mansion. She ignored the similarity in voice and regained her anger. "Yes, as a matter of fact there is. I know that it is none of my business to ask questions, that I'm just here to clean, but I refuse to work here unless I talk to you about something."
"And what would that be?" Vlad tried to hide his nervousness. Had she figured out that he was the Wisconsin Ghost? And she was taking it this badly?
She glared at him. "Don't act like you don't know. It's the only explanation for what's been going on around here."
"Listen, I don't know how you found out, but it's nothing to get worked up over. I can pay you as much money as you want, and you can just forget about this place. The Guys In White can be left out of this and we can both go our separate ways."
They stared silently at each other until Molly said, "What?"
"Honestly I was hoping that you would take it better than this." Vlad sighed. Well, his plan to help Molly failed miserably. Oh well, back to chasing Madd-
"Mr. Masters, did you expect me to sit back and smile while you force two teenagers to do my job? I can handle it, and I think it's stupid of you to assume that they can do it better than me." Molly was trying to be as professional as she could. The more she thought about it the more she realized that she really needed her job, and that meant being at least courteous to Vlad, which annoyed her. Sure she had a degree in Biology, and one in Physics too, but no, she decided to go clean rich men's houses!
Vlad's face froze. So she hadn't found out about his ghost half? "Daniel and Samantha? They aren't here to take your job Molly, I thought you could use some help. After all, this is a big house, and with all of the… problems going on around here there is a lot more work than usual to be done. I promise you I do not intend to get rid of you."
All of Molly's anger fell out of her. Vlad had actually tried to do something… nice? She turned to leave, but then stopped and faced him again. "Um, thank you Mr. Masters."
"If there's any problems with those two just let me know. I'll tell them that they don't have to help you unless you ask them." For some reason he wanted to smile at her, but didn't. He did not want her mad again. The two of them stood in silence for a few more seconds until the doorbell rang. Vlad groaned.
"I'll get it." Molly said, "Maybe I can get rid of her for you." She felt a little guilty since she rarely ever worked all that hard, and decided she should return Vlad's favor. As soon as she left Vlad smiled, actually forgetting about Maddie for once.
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Molly opened the door and ended up dragging someone with it. The new date was scrubbing fiercely at the doorknob and didn't even notice that the door had opened. "So many fingerprints!" she mumbled. "Can't the billionaire afford a maid around this place?"
"How can I help you?" Molly said, narrowing her eyes. The other woman stood up and gasped.
"Ugh how unsanitary! Wearing jeans and a tank top! Do you know how much skin flakes off of your arms? Then it gets all over everything! At least I wear jackets over my t-shirts! It's the clean thing to do!" She pulled her jacket tighter around her, even though it was the middle of summer and very hot outside. She was staring at Molly with very wide eyes, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Are you here to see Mr. Masters?" Now Molly wanted to strangle the lady. Insulting her outfit! "What is your name?"
"I am Elsa Emerson, not Eliza, not Ella, Elsa. I am exactly thirty-two years, six months, three weeks, and five days old exactly. Not a day older or younger. Don't forget that now! Vlad called me here because- Ah! Filth!" Elsa dropped to her hands and knees and began scrubbing the floor with a cloth. "Do you know who the maid is around here? She does a very poor job, this place is filthy! No wonder he wanted me to come!"
"I do all of the necessary cleaning around here. We do not need anyone else. Thank you for your time and visit, but you're going to leave now." Molly put out her hand to help Elsa up, but Elsa flinched and stood up by herself.
"Oh no, I can't leave yet! I haven't even seen Mr. Masters yet! And this place is disgusting! I can't leave knowing it's so horrid here, I'd never sleep again! As a housemaid you above all people should know to keep everything sparkling! What do you get paid for?"
"Look Eleanor," Molly said, jabbing Elsa with her finger, "I am the one who decides what gets cleaned, and what gets dirty around here, and you know what?" Molly tipped over a stack of books that Danny and Sam had spent the morning picking up. "I don't need some psycho with frizzy hair telling me I stink at my job!"
Elsa looked around, said, "Oh dear, what a mess," and fainted. Molly took a step backwards just as Danny and Sam walked up.
"What's going on?" Sam said, looking between Molly and the lady lying on the floor.
"Vlad pretended to act nice and told me that he wasn't going to replace me, and then this creep shows up, insults me, and scrubs the floor. I knock over some books and the next thing you know she fainted. Her name's Eliza, and no matter what she says, don't call her Elsa."
Elsa woke up and stared at Danny and Sam. "Oh my, he has children? Quite filthy, aren't you? Here, let me help." She reached into her purse and pulled out another cloth and a spray bottle. The two teenagers looked at each other in confusion and were about to say something when she squirted them both in the faces and began scrubbing.
"Hey! Stop! Eliza!" Danny shoved her hand away and glared at her.
"Stupid too. My name is Elsa Emerson."
"Hey, Eliza, look at the huge mess over there." Molly said, pointing at the books. Elsa gasped and fainted again. "How dare Vlad try to replace me! I really need this job. And I won't be able to see the ghost again if I get fired."
Danny wiped the water off of his face with his arm. "I'm sure you can find another job, Molly. Plas- the ghost doesn't seem like someone anyone could get close to."
"I guess you do make a good point. It's silly to be obsessed over someone I don't really have a chance with."
Danny looked smug.
"But I'm not giving up that easily." She glared down at Elsa. "If Vlad wants an insane maid, he can have her. But I'm going to make him regret inviting her here." Molly grabbed Elsa's arms and dragged her to the room Vlad was still in.
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Vlad had stayed where he was, hoping that Molly would actually be able to get rid of the new date. He knew he should take the opportunity to actually get some work done, but the chair he was in was so comfortable though, and he hadn't slept in days…
He woke up to the smell of disinfectant and a scream. "Dust! What will we do!"
Vlad sat up and looked around the almost painfully sparkling room. "Molly? Is that you?" He got out of the chair and saw a short woman with a lot of frizzy hair scrubbing the already clean floor. "Hello?"
She glanced up at him and then went back to cleaning. "So you're finally awake? I went ahead and started cleaning this room. Your maid is really very rude, and she doesn't do her job at all. Do you realize that she actually refused to let me in? And your children are horribly dirty. The girl's hair and clothes were black with filth! And the boy was rude and sloppy. How can you even allow such people into your house!"
"Well-" Vlad started to say.
"At least you seem to realize the importance of being clean. The suit was a little wrinkled, and your shoes needed polishing, but I took care of that."
Vlad shuddered. "Look, miss, I already have a maid, and she does her job just fine. I don't see the chances of any kind of relationship happening between us, so I must insist that you leave."
"Oh, I can't leave yet! To be honest the thought of dating you repulses me. But this whole castle is so disgusting! I've got to clean it all!" She resumed scrubbing the floor. Vlad stood up angrily, prepared to throw the woman out of the house, when Molly strode in carrying a garbage can.
"Oops!" Molly said, pretending to trip. She dropped the can and garbage spilled all over Elsa. "There goes the garbage. All over Eliza"
"Molly?" Vlad said, confused. "What are you doing? There isn't a trash can in here for you to empty, and it isn't even garbage day."
Elsa became panicked. "Ah! I'm covered in horrible, stinky, putrid, GARBAGE!" She yelled. "Vlad, how could you let your maid do this to me?" Elsa yanked out sanitizer and began scrubbing her hands. "I've got to go home and clean! This will take me hours!" She whined and ran from the room.
"Don't bother coming back Eliza!" Vlad yelled, very happy she was gone.
"THAT'S ELSA!"
"Thank you, Molly, for helping me get rid of that woman." He took a deep breath. "She couldn't replace you if she tried." Silence. Vlad frowned and turned to look at his maid. But the room was empty. She had left as soon as Vlad's back was turned. The billionaire sighed. Why did woman have to be so hard to understand?