Drowning

Drowning Job

If you ever came up to me and told me I would have a job working as maid for the most richest billionaire families in the world I would laugh at you until my last breath.

A few hours I entered into white modern castle as a mansion wouldn't be able to describe it. Everything was either marble or white with a sprinkle of gold, the infinite pool reached as far as you could see as there was gardens and pool side furniture covering the whole backyard.

The Parents of the D'Angelo family lived here with their four children  even though the children had multiple homes for themselves, they would live here for their stay in New York.

You would never know about the other side of New York where wealthy families lived on the outskirts filled with castles and mansions.

The D'Angelo Family are Italians who own most of the clubs, companies, restaurants, malls anything that has a price tag on it.

While Entering the maids section of the house I heard my heels echoing around the building while I straightened out my worn out black skirt and white silk blouse while my tied back hair stood in its place.

With a place full of guards, there were many maids traveling to place to place searching for their next task, as I opened the door i search for Ms.Miller as she was head maid to retrieve my task for the day.

As my eyes locked down on the old lady who presented herself with high class with her back posture straight as a line and blonde hair in a tight bun, I walked closer to her.

"Um-Hello are you Ms.Miller?" I asked while she turned her face with a nasty glare looking my clothing of choice which didn't match her high brand look.

"Yes, But you are late and I don't tolerate lateness, follow me to get your task and uniform" Ms.Miller said harshly as I followed her to the kitchen and changing room.

"Here is your uniform, you are supposed to wear it before you enter the building and your task for the day, I expect you to be the personal maid for Mr.D'Angelo and if you have any questions come to me and I'll answer it goodbye" Ms.Miller says carefully before shes walking out of my sight faster then speed of light.

WAIT

DID

SHE

SAY

PERSONAL MAID

I Paced back and forth rethinking every word that she said and coming to a conclusion that I have to be a personal maid with no experience to a high class client that's probably going to fire me at first glance.

I end my pacing and put on the maid uniform which consist of black skirt that reached knee length and  white short blouse which is a typical uniform in a maids world.

As I grab the cleaning supplies and head into the directions of Mr.Angelo's bedroom, I realize that I have got lost and there's no one in sight to help me.

I try to remember my steps and the directions that Ms.Miller gave me, I end up in the same place as I give up my plan and try to open doors as I seem to be in the right wing of the house.

Office

Bathroom

Bedroom

Red ro-

Wait a bedroom?

That must be his room. As I open the bedroom door I realize that his room is the only room that is filled with black and darkness. Everything is black from the floor to the ceiling. As come into the center of bedroom I realized that his bathroom door is open and the bathroom matches the bedroom with its black interior design. But the bathroom is the only room in his bedroom that matches the gold design of the mansion.

As I go further into the room I reach the walk-in closet full of suit brand names and accessories that fill the cabinets with Rolex's that costs millions to Versace causal clothes.

As i leave the closest into his bedroom and start to clean the messy bed and laundry. I find the bedroom to smell like a male cologne filled with a wood smell that excites the butterflies in my stomach and wetness.

There were Two conclusion that have reached. One is I'm only 5'2 and I can't reach the high shelf's that are placed perfectly against the black wall. Two is that this isn't Mr.D'Angelos room which has no pictures of his lovely wife or children in it but no picture surrounds the room making it lifeless.

Which probably leads to this being Mr.D'Angelos only son's room which explains the emptiness that the room carries.

But as I reach the tippy top of the shelf I realize that I can't reach the top shelf to clean of the dust that it contains until I feel warmth and a familiar smell that levitates me to reach the top-WAIT IM LEVITATING???