The Desire for a Simple Life

FOUR

FOUR

Grant

While Natalia is busy cleaning with headphones in, I take the time in my office downstairs to answer emails. They are mainly from the boss. A couple from Thatcher about the "power outage". The only reason I lied about Natalia running off was because I need to get Natalia's trust for the mission to work.

I glance down at my phone to see it's clear of messages, and emails and I go back out to the living room. Natalia is nodding her head to the music in her ears as she vacuums the carpet. When I look around I notice that the furniture has been rearranged. There is a large cabinet that looks like someone tried and failed to move it.

I stand at the bottom of the stairs so I can see the garage door, the front door, and Natalia. It's just instinct now to stand where I need to, with my hands behind my back, eyes straight forward. Ready for anything.

Natalia shuts off the vacuum and turns to unplug it but jumps with a shriek when she sees me. "Do you ever just- sit down?" She giggles a little bit. "No? Well, since you're here. Can you help me move this?" She asks, gesturing to the large cabinet.

I hesitate, but eventually nod my head.

"Perfect, thank you. I just want to move it over here." She points to a corner on the opposite side of the room.

I nod my head and walk over, putting my hands on the furniture starting to move it to get it to its new spot. I hear the rattle of something on top of the cabinet and look up to see a large book standing up and is about to fall right on Natalia's head. I stop moving the cabinet and catch the book just before it hits her head. She stares up at me with her large hazel eyes. We stare for a little bit before she snaps her head away.

"Thanks." She mumbles before trying to push the cabinet by herself. When it doesn't budge much when she moves it, she looks back at me. "Help?" I help and once we put it in the new spot she thanks me and smiles before she plops down on the couch. She is out of breath. "That was a lot of work. Want to take a seat?" She offers.I shake my head, no. That is very unprofessional. I need to stick to my job. "Okay, just thought to offer." She smiles.