I shouldn't start new things with half an idea. I know!
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She stopped in front of the door and hesitating slightly, lifted her right hand and knocked sharply.
A loud voice said something, but she couldn't determine the words through the thick wood. She hoped it had told her told come in.
Quickly, she wiped her damp palms on the back of her skirt, and opened the door. Her eyes closed briefly and she reminded herself to breath, look calm and most of all, don't look them in the eyes.
She repeated this, the words echoing in time with the patter of her soft-soled shoes on the grey marble floor.
From under her eyelashes, she could tell that the other person in the room had turned around when she pushed the door open, and was standing by the large window. The sun illuminated the shape and a tall shadow spilled across the vast expanse of the floor
Don't look them in the eyes.
She stopped an appropriate distance from the window, just before she stepped on an expansive silk rug, with a twisting pattern of red, purple and blue.
Don't look them in the eyes.
She focused on it, how the colors reminded her of a sunset, how each thread twisted and changed and interlocked, the thickness of the fabric.
As she catalogued every aspect of the rug, she repeated the message that had been drummed into her.
"Good morning Mr. Smith. I'm Rose and I will be your servant during your stay here."