My boss is a werewolf

You start tomorrow, darling

Lucy accelerated her steps as she got to the station. It was already a few minutes past two, what with all the traffic in the city, plus it was a Monday, the busiest day of the week. She scurried past a few people on the sidewalk. She wasn't a fan of Mondays and this was exactly why. All the cars honking at the same time, heavy traffic and loads of sweaty people trying to get into the same bus or cab. It was really annoying.

She noticed a figure coming towards her direction and tried to quickly move in the other direction. She regretted it immediately.

"I'm sorry." Lucy apologized without looking back.

"Try watching where you're going next time." The voice snapped coldly in a British accent and walked on.

Lucy turned around immediately but the man was already on his way. She wondered what the f**k his problem was. Why did he have to be so rude when she practically just said sorry?

"Prick!" She screamed behind him but he just walked on. She noticed he was wearing a turtleneck suit. Who wears a f*****g coat in this weather? What was he, The Devil?

She hissed and got onboard. She was heading to a home owned by a Mr. Peter Greene, an old rich man who needed a maid to clean up once in a while, according to the JobFinder site.

He'd better pay her well if she was going to take a bus every day to work for him. But first, the interview.

She arrived at Lincoln Estate on Garden District about twenty minutes later. It was arguably the most beautiful residential area in New Orleans. People say it got its name because people in the late eighteenth century built gardens around their homes to show they were affluent. The place has been known to accommodate some of the most wealthy people in New Orleans and that's exactly why Lucy picked her to find a job as a maid.

She stopped in front of blocks 310 to 320. The houses were just spectacular, each having a unique appearance than the later, but noticed something strange. House 312 was missing. She opened the notepad and read the address she wrote down. It said 312. She looked up again and gasped slightly. 312 was carved neatly on the door of the house she was looking for just now.

Lucy wondered how she hadn't seen the light blue cottage earlier. The coffee she had this morning was a little stronger than she was used to and the sun was really hot. Makes sense.

Putting her notepad back into her bag, she took one good look at the house. It was a cottage but it looked like a small duplex, these kinds of houses were not very common in New Orleans so either Mr. Greene wasn't from around here or he just liked unique stuff. The windows had a pale blue shade and white panes. The flowers around the house were the same as It had a car shade, also not a common thing here. The house didn't scream affluent but there was something unique about it that Lucy just liked.

She stepped onto the front porch and rang the doorbell. Mere seconds later the door swung open and a nice looking lady opened the door with a dark expression on her face. She stared at Lucy's eyes for a moment and a warm smile appeared on her lips.

"Hello dear, how can I help you?" She asked in a low voice, still looking into Lucy's eyes.

Lucy cleared her throat uncomfortably, she wasn't used to being looked at like that.

"My name is Lucinda Kent and I'm here for the interview for the maid job."

The lady nodded slightly and motioned her to come inside the house.

Lucy came in politely and her eyes widened at how big the interiors looked compared to the exterior. It was like entering a hut and finding a hotel suite inside.

The lady chuckled. "People tend to be a bit… surprised whenever they come in here for the first time. But you'll soon get over it."

Lucy gasped a little. She had almost forgotten she was in someone else's home and was moping around like a dog.

"Sorry if I was staring, ma'am." She said apologetically, feeling her cheeks redden.

The lady scoffed and laughed a little. "It's alright to be a little marveled, child. I get this a lot. And please call me Marj, short for Marjorie." She smiled again.

Lucy smiled back. There was something about Marjorie that made her feel at home, warm. And it wasn't the glaring heat of the sun outside.

"You're right, we could use a little extra hands here." Marj continued and motioned to Lucy to take a seat. "So Lucy, can you tell me a little about yourself?" Marj asked in her soft voice.

"Well I'm a graduate of psychology from the local university, I'm very good with animals, I used to work as a bartender while in school…" Lucy paused as Marjorie tucked some of her silver hair behind her ears.

"Don't let me interrupt you, darling." Marj said. "This hair has been trying to blind me for decades. It won't succeed now."

Lucy chuckled a little and watched as Marj smiled lightly. She had bright blue eyes which matched with her beautiful but ridiculously straight silver hair. She sounded like she was in her late forties but she looked younger whenever she smiled. Perhaps that was why she smiled so often.

"How old are you, Lucy?" She asked, still looking into her eyes. It almost felt to Lucy like Marj was trying to find her own reflection in her eyes.

"I'm Twenty-five."

"Have you worked as a maid in the past?" She asked, finally breaking eye contact with Lucy for the first time that afternoon.

"No, Not really." Lucy said, scratching her head slightly. She had a feeling that her lack of experience might prevent her from getting the job. But after seeing this house, she was determined to make some cash working on this impressive house.

"And?" Marj asked, snapping Lucy out of her reverie. "Do you think you can work here?"

"Yes. I believe I can." She answered confidently.

Marj stared at her for a few seconds then smiled and stood up.

"I guess you'll need a tour."

"Sorry?"

"To work here, you need to know your way around, don't you?" Marj asked and beaconed Lucy to follow her upstairs.

Lucy beamed but caught herself and calmly followed the lady upstairs.

Even after the tour with Marj, Lucy still had no idea how to find the bathroom or balcony from the living room, just antiques and creepy statues. But she decided not to ask any questions until she was sure she was being hired.

It was already late afternoon by the time they headed back to the living room.

"Marj?" Lucy said.

"Yes darling."

"Isn't Mr. Greene home?"

"What was that?"

"I said…" Lucy stopped short as she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Marj took a glance at the door and said, "Can you be a darling and get that please?"

"Sure." Lucy said, wondering if it could be eighty-year-old Mr. Greene.

She turned the locks and opened the door. Looking back at her from outside was a tall man. Lucy shaded her eyes from the glare of the setting sun from outside and took in his features. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, black turtleneck suit…

Wait.

"Bloody hell." He cursed in a British accent.

"What are you doing here?" Lucy asked without thinking.

"I don't know. Maybe I live here?" The man said coldly. "Wait a minute, how did you…"

"You're back already?" Marj cut his words short. "I wasn't expecting you till seven." She said, taking his jacket off and hanging in on the nearby chair.

"Yeah. Had to cancel the meeting, the client called in sick." He replied, not taking his eyes off Lucy.

Marj noticed this and said, "Oh forgive me, this is Ms. Lucinda Kent and Lucy, this is Mr. Hemming. It seems you've already met." She smiled.

"Sebastian Hemming." He said, still staring at Lucy like she was a ghost.

"Lucy will be working as the new maid."

Sebastian tore his eyes away from Lucy and fixed them on Marj. His face remained utterly expressionless.

"You start tomorrow, darling." Marj smiled at Lucy and held the door politely for her to leave. "I'll have the guest room cleaned up for you by then. See you at ten." She said and closed the door behind Lucy.

Lucy stood outside the house wondering what just happened. The site where she got the address from had given her all the details to find Mr. Greene's house and even uploaded a picture of him to make it easy to identify him. Who the hell was Hemming then?

She opened her notepad and dialed the landline of the Greene residence. It rang for a while then someone answered.

"Greene residence." Said a singsong voice answered on the other end, but it wasn't Marjorie's.

Lucy hung up and went on the JobFinder site on her phone. That was when she saw it. The addresses were different. The one on the site said 3122 Lincoln Estate but she was at house 312. Somehow she missed the last 2.

She had been at the wrong house all afternoon.