The Maiden at His Mansion

BRIDGET Life has been hard on me. I lost my parents in a car accident at age 18. They only left me with an educational plan for college. I have been independent through the years, living in a small apartment for not more than $1000 per month and buying clothes at thrift stores. Mrs. Penderson, my homeowner, has been very considerate of my situation. I just graduated from college a few months ago and am now looking for a job that could offer me a better salary and benefits. The part-time job as a*****e attendant near my university was my bread and butter while in college, but I wouldn't be able to survive after graduating if I stayed there. Living and lifestyle in New York are way too much for someone with only a minimum income. I was kind of nervous when I stepped into the office where I was to have the interview. I am not sure of the best outfit to wear. I wore a pair of black slacks, and a white spaghetti strap blouse and covered it with a black blazer with matching black heels. Thankfully, my favorite thrift shop has almost everything. I do not think I was too overdressed to be interviewed as a housekeeper. "Your resume states that you have just graduated from college, Ms. Moris. And you do not have any experience working as a housekeeper. How could you assure me that you are fit for the job?" The man in a grey business suit asked firmly. Henry is the personal assistant of the boss I will be working for. "I have been self-motivated and independent since my parents died, Sir. My parents only left me with an educational plan for college, so I had to work myself out to sustain my daily needs and other college expenses. It has been five years now since I lived alone. I assure you I am worth your money," I answered confidently. And the other questions followed after that. After the interview, Henry said I would receive a call if I accepted the position. I was having cereal and milk when my phone rang. Henry just called and said I should pack and prepare myself because I'll start working at the mansion by Monday. At exactly 7 A.M., I arrived at the address Henry texted me. The guard at the gate took my ID and seemed to be pleased with my arrival. I was mesmerized by the sight of an enormous house in its European design. A woman in her forties greeted me by the main entrance door. "You must be Ms. Bridget Moris. I am Ms. Vortman and the trusted head servant of the master." I did not have the chance to respond when she just went on and on with the different roles and responsibilities that I should do in the mansion. I just learned that I am to serve one of the youngest billionaires in the country, Gustav Leimann. "The master is a very busy man. He goes home once or twice a week and, if he does, he spends most of his time on his studies. You can not disappoint him in any way. He is not a very patient man." She continued as I studied the mansion. Ms. Vortman gave me a house tour on my first day. She also introduced other staff that I will be working together with. "It is lovely to meet someone new in the house. I am Janet. I am responsible for the food and the kitchen. She is my assistant Chelsea." Janet smiled pleasantly and held my hand. Chelsea did the same thing. She looked younger than Janet in her ponytail. "Who is the guard assigned to the gate?" I asked because he was not in the house during the introduction. "That is Peter. He has been working here since he was 22. He is loyal and dedicated. The Master adores him for that," Ms. Vortman answered. A few moments after the introduction, Ms. Vortman showed me my room. It was big enough for me. The room was very tidy with a peach-colored wall. The bed mattress and pillows were so soft that I felt like I could bury my face underneath them. "Take a short rest for a moment. We will meet you in the lobby in exactly an hour. Your uniform is in the wardrobe. The Master finds it proper for the staff to wear them when we are at work." Being a housekeeper does not seem bad at all. With the high salary and health benefits that the master offered, who would not be interested? I put my clothes in the wardrobe and arrange them just as I always do. I had a glimpse of the black and white maid’s uniform and remembered what Ms. Vortman said. I looked at the two-year-old Victorinox I bought for myself on my birthday. I had 15 minutes to get ready for my first day on duty. I put on the uniform as I smiled at myself in the mirror. It fits just right, showing my curves and giving emphasis to my breasts. I put my brown hair in a bun to look neat and put on my face powder and neutral-colored lipstick. Just do good at your job, Bridget. Everything will be just fine. I thought to myself while looking in the mirror.