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By the time Alicia arrived in the mansion, she was exhausted, a headache killing her and her mind buzzing with names of possible payers. She closed the door of her room and threw herself on the creaking bed, a deep sigh glued on her lips.

The ringing of her phone pulled her back to reality and as she reached and picked it up, her blood froze in her veins. The name ‘Steven Wyatt’ was written on the screen. She gulped once, twice and opened the line.

“Hello, sir,” she quietly spoke.

“Hey, Alicia. What’s up? Are you in the house?”

“Yes, sir. Yeah. I’m lying. I mean on the bed, not like not telling the truth. I’m in my room, yeah.”

She heard him chuckle from the other side and smiled herself. “Awesome! Can you please come to my study?”

“I’m coming this instance,” she mumbled in the phone and immediately got off the bed, headache forgotten.

She ran up the stairs and headed for the end of the corridor. It was a very beautiful part of the house, several doors were put on both sides which when opened would reveal the spacious master’s bedroom, the guest rooms and the bathrooms. A vase was put next to each room and Elizabeth wanted a new bouquet of roses sitting in them every day.

Alicia quickly found herself knocking on the study’s door and entering. Mr. Wyatt was sitting behind his desk piled with documents and a laptop. She couldn’t help but look at the garden visible from the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

“I am here, sir. What do you need me to do?” She asked in a calm voice. Her heart was fluttering from an unknown reason.

Steven’s legs were crossed and a couple of sheets were lying in his lap. At the sight of her, he lowered down the one he was closely inspecting and said, “Um, I wanted to tell you that my parents are coming from Europe tomorrow. They’ll be staying here maybe three days, maybe a week – nothing’s certain with them.”

“How lovely, sir. I will ready the rooms and are there any specific dishes I should make?”

“Oh, yes. About that… My mother especially likes Pinot Noir, so pretty please try to find it and my father… he loves his meat raw, so make sure not to cook it a lot. And that would be it.” He seemed very keen on pleasing his parents and Alicia obediently nodded.

“It will be taken care of, sir. Anything else?” She put her hands on her back.

“Nothing, really. I would be very thankful if you do just that… Oh, I almost forgot, stupid me, wish everything well to your mother. I trust she’s okay now.”

“Thank you, sir. I truly appreciate that. She’s doing great.” She went to the door, but something clicked in her mind and she returned. “Sir? Can I ask you a question?”

“Certainly.”

“Did you do it? Did you pay the hospital expenses?” She couldn’t believe what she was saying, but it was already too late.

He just smiled from ear to ear and winked at her.

“Thank you, sir. I cannot… I cannot possibly think of a way to repay you enough. I will scrub the floors twice and wash your clothes thrice and–“

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, Alicia, truly. You cannot imagine what you’ve done for our house and for me and Elizabeth. The rooms will crumble down and rot without you.” He continued smiling and she was almost a hundred percent sure that her heart was slowly melting inside her chest.

“Thank you,” she uttered with flushed cheeks and hurried out of the room.

*****

The arrival of Steven’s parents were a holiday for the mansion; Alicia could feel the walls pulsing with anticipation and awe. Even Mrs. Wyatt was unnaturally quiet and avoided leaving the room which Alicia found quite liberating. At least that way she could focus on making the house glisten with all the rooms being cleaned, the floors polished and the sheets changed. She couldn’t understand all that fuss around the visit, but then again she had never seen Steven’s parents in the two years she was working there.

When the next day dawned and she had eventually finished with the rooms on the second floor and cooked the meals for the night, she was summoned upstairs to iron the clothes her bosses intended to wear.

“And be careful with the silk, Alicia. I got it exclusively from China the other day,” Elizabeth warned her, placing a cream silk dress neatly on the ironing board.

“I will, madam,” Alicia replied and began working. With the corner of her eye, she saw Elizabeth anxiously leave the room. Now she was truly starting to be curious about the elder Mr. and Mrs. Wyatt.

The silk dress carefully laid on the bed, she picked up Mr. Wyatt’s white shirt, cologne filling her nostrils. She ironed it as well with great care and placed it above the black suit, content with her work. Just as she was about to leave the bedroom, the door opened and Steven barged in with nothing but a white towel around his waist.

“Whoa, I didn’t know you were here!” He shouted, taken aback.

“S-s-sir, I-I-I –“

He laughed. “It’s okay. My bad.”

Before he could finish the sentence, Alicia was already running out of the room and downstairs. Why did things like that always happen to her? She smiled, reminiscing his perfect brown body. By habit she took the first utensil next to her to start preparing the dessert. It was not until she began chopping that she realized a spoon was lying inside her palm and burst into laughter. You’re thinking of your boss, Alicia, and you’ll slice the pie with a spoon. Well done!