Thread: Fetched maid ( Kobrakid93 x Sharub )

When she woke up, Emily immediately went to her email page, still declaring being empty of replies. With a sigh, as she expected almost a dreamlike event to wake up and see an answer for her application almost resigned, she rose from her bed, shivering in her nakedness in the fresher air of the morning. As quickly as she could, Emily ate her breakfast and after a few minutes spent combing her wavy hairs, she ran outside, moving for another heavy day of underpaid massacre. The morning started again with the usual customers coming for their coffee, pancakes and other over-fried items that always made Emily to shiver in disgust at the sole thought of eating sausages and bacon in the morning. Still, she smiled. As forceful as it was. Unlke all the other days, she felt time flowing like mellow honey... slow and slower... reminding her how tight her patience was for that job. During lunch break, she extracted her pink-covered iPhone, and then... 1 Notification. The screen of her phone bleeped under her eyes while her finger slid over the screen. YES! said her almost in a whisper while eating a sandwich in the backroom. She couldn't even realize how she managed to convince the manager to let her go for the afternoon, but it didn't mattered. Not at all. Now she was amazed by the majesty of the gates. With a gulp, she timidly approached the door-com. Uhm... Hi.. erm... Good Afternoon, s-sir! I am Emily, I should have a talk with Mr. Spencer. with a loud click, the gates opened, allowing her to enter the gardens. Emily walked over the gravel path that passed near neatly cured and shaped hedges and bushes over an almost tailored grass. wow tought her while strolling into that Eden-like paradise. Soon she was in front of the mansion, built in the traditional mansion style of the area since centuries before, speaking both the richness of the family and, eventually, their long-standing in the area. Before clicking the shiny brass doorbell, she checked her appearance, checking that the buttons of her cream shirt were perfectly locked and her knee-lenght tartan skirt was free from any unelegant stains or fold. You look like an university nerd thought her, before adjusting her glasses and ringing, sporting a genuine and friendly smile. After that the door opened, she saw the owner. Or who she thought to be, she smelt richness and gentlemen-like mannerism in the man in front of her, distant years-light from the folks of the town. Once she was inside, she felt like being in one of the sitcoms of the 80's about maids and butlers she liked to watch. While following Addison, Emily looked at how cured and well maintained the house was. It was immaculate. And it was certainly a job of a certain level, answering with nods and almost whispered affirmations when he showed rooms and halls, corridors and spots of the estate. When asked if she could handle it, she gulped, feeling that that was her chance for a real life-changing deal Sir, I've always dealth with similar tasks for at least two years, in town I also learn quickly and i am sure that i will find no obstacles here. Well said, girl thought her, almost trembling. Ah... g-guard dog, sir? said her turning toward the barking sound, spotting a huge dane running over the grass outside, its light-brownblond coat shining under the sun's ray. She stopped for a moment It's enormous! Is not a dog, it... a veal! thought her while freezed Doesn't Matter! You want this job. And no dog or veal-sized dog shall prevent you. She breathed, then looked Addison in his eyes Absolutely not a problem, Sir. I am sure that i will go along with Hamlet as if it is a puppy. said her boldly, waiting for an anwer from the interviewer.