Simona
Two weeks of a perfectly managed household and office spoiled me. Amber was the most efficient personal assistant I’d ever had. Hiring her was a stroke of genius. My correspondence was caught up. The new cleaning staff she hired were like ghosts, always there but never seen. She didn’t just warm the pastries in the morning, she made muffins from scratch. All done in silence, allowing me to get my work done faster. I had free time, a first.
This came at a cost; an uneasy feeling all was not well. Like a fire needed putting out though I couldn’t see or smell the smoke. Maybe I was restless, unused to the expert handling of my day-to-day life provided by Amber? Whatever the cause, if I disregarded my natural tendency to micromanage everything, it was smoother than it had ever been. I
