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His Maid - Mina

Once upon a glittering skyline, high above the bustling city, Jaiden surveyed the view from his sleek office, feeling a vacancy that his riches could not fill. As dusk painted the horizon in hues of fading gold, Jaiden's solitude was softly interrupted by the familiar chime of porcelain and silver—a sound synonymous with Mina's presence.

"There's a storm brewing outside," Mina said, her voice as comforting as the aroma of the jasmine tea she placed on his desk. "You've worked through lunch again."

"I hardly noticed," Jaiden admitted, his eyes lingering on the way Mina moved with the grace of a familiar dance, her every step gentle yet assured.

"Time tends to slip away when you're changing the world," she teased with a light smile, her humor reaching him like a warm breeze.

It was in this everyday elegance that Jaiden found himself becoming ever more enchanted with Mina. She knew to draw the curtains when the sun's glare reached his eyes, to appear with a fresh shirt when the stress of the day took its toll. He wondered how he had become so transparent when he had spent a lifetime building walls of steel and glass.

One rare quiet evening, as the two sat playing chess by the grand fireplace, Mina spoke up, "You let your queen get trapped."

He looked up, startled, not by the move but by the metaphor lodged within it. "Perhaps," Jaiden replied, carefully moving a knight, "I was too focused on the other pieces, I forgot to guard what was most important."

Mina's hand paused, mid-move, her gaze locked with his. In her eyes, Jaiden saw the reflection of a life lived in pursuit of everything but what mattered. "It's not too late to learn," she said softly.

Days turned to months, and the seasons changed as Mina continued to weave her quiet significance into the tapestry of Jaiden's life. He began to share more than silent spaces with her—stories of his past, hopes for the future. And in return, Mina revealed her dreams, her laughter echoing off the walls, filling the void within Jaiden's heart.

It was a moonlit night when Jaiden found the courage, beneath the very stars that had witnessed his ascent, to voice the yearning that had long grown in silence. Standing before the vast windows, he turned to Mina, his heart as bare as the sky above.

"Mina, your presence turns this house into a home. With you, the world seems a kinder place," he confessed, the city lights twinkling below a testament to his vulnerability.

Mina stepped closer, her brave smile shining brighter than any star. "Jaiden, I've always known what you wanted," she whispered, "and all this time, I've wanted the same."

And there, in the quiet afterglow of a day just like any other yet wholly unlike any before it, they found new beginnings. For as much as Jaiden had been the CEO of a vast empire, it was Mina, his delicate maid, who had shown him what it meant to be rich in love.

The walls of Jaiden's world, once etched with steel, now bloomed with the delicate touch of Mina's care—a testament to the wealth found not in bank accounts, but within the chambers of the heart.