Many of you have been insisting me to write my story in Moira's POV. Honestly, I don't like to switch perspective during a story because it is confusing and in real life, you only get to see things through your own eyes. So, instead of writing a story where I switch POV every chapter, I have decided to write a separate story through Moira's eyes only.

Sorry to those who are waiting to see a Moira-Kat sex scene in World To Come. I was planning one in the next chapter, but since I am writing a "new" story (I want to bring this story to the same timeframe as the other), I will have to postpone the sex scene for around two weeks or more.

= Kat =

"Someone is moving in," said Violet.

I was reading on the old couch. "And what do you want to do? Scare them off like we did to the last family?" I looked up and asked.

"Moira, do you want to go meet them?" Vivian asked while she was holding the baby, "Like you did when you first met me? Check what they are up to."

"And do what? Seduce the husband?" Ben said sarcastically.

"I didn't have a choice. Men saw what they wanted to see," I went to the front door and rang the door bell. A woman with black wavy hair opened the door.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked nicely. Her smile reminded me of an old friend.

"Hello, I am Moira O'Hara, the housekeeper," I replied.

She welcomed me into the house and introduced herself as Kat. I was hired. She asked, "Moira, do you have any family?"

I used to, but my mother died and... "No. I live by myself."

"If you like, you can move to the house. You are still getting weekends off and free to do whatever you want. If you move in, you can save some rent and I will pay you overtime if I need you to clean the house during the off hours." She surprised me by inviting me to stay with her.

She continued talking, "I am not trying to force you, or anything. It's just that you probably know so much about the house. Not probably... I meant you have been working here for years, you must know so much about the house. And I can definitely need some help trying to not get lost in this big house."

Why could somebody ask that? She barely knew me. "That is very kind of you, but do you have to ask your husband first?" She told me she was getting a divorce, cheating husband. "Any plans for babies?" We couldn't allow another baby in the house. That's the reason why I came upstairs.

She laughed, "Babies? I am getting a divorce. I know all those Hollywood female celebrities always adopt a baby to fill their void when they break up with their boyfriends or husbands, but I am not one of them."

"Interesting to know," I nodded and looked out the windows, pretending I had to leave, "It's almost time for me to go."

"And I need to finish unpacking. Let me walk you to the door. When do you want to start?" She walked me to the door.

"I can start tomorrow," I guessed it's my job to spy on her now.

"You know, my offer is still open. There are so many rooms in the house and I don't have anybody," She looked into my eyes, "So if you are interested..."

"I will get back to you tomorrow," I smiled politely.

I opened the door. "Moira, do you have any sister?" She asked.

"No," I closed the door behind me.

= To Be Continued =