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//Ebony//
"This must be the place" I say pulling up to this mansion looking home. There was a fountain in the middle of the front round about. Whoever this Mr Terrell is, he seems to have a lot of money.

I guess I should introduce myself. Ebony Smith. 26. Just graduated college. I needed a job quick so as soon as I saw that there was a housekeeping/assistant job open not too far from my home, I sent an application in. And I was soon hired.

The application was pretty normal. I had to send a photo of myself though. That was kind of odd but Mr. Terrell said he would be paying me quite a lot if I got the job. So I took it. It also stated that I would have to stay on the property if I were to work for him. I didn't mind that too much either.  My house was a mess compared to his. I'm ready to meet this guy.

I stepped out of my car and adjusted my skirt. I walked up to the door. My black pumps making a clicking echo as I walked.

I knocked and twirled my black hair between my fingers.

I waited for about a minute or so and then the door opened. I was greeted by an older male, probably around 50 or 60.

"Hello miss. You must be Mr. Terrell's new housekeeper and assistant. We welcome you. I will tell him you have arrived. Come with me." He said  as he shuts the door. I follow him in. This place is so fucking nice. I feel out of place.

We walk up to a hallway and he tells me to sit on a chair that was conveniently placed at the end of it.

The man knocked and then disappeared into the room, that I guess what Mr. Terrell's office or something.

5 minutes passed and then the man came out and nodded. "Mr Terrell is excited to meet you. He is expecting you in his office now." He said as he walked passed me.

I got up and took a deep breath. I walked in to see a man sitting at a desk. My only guess was that this was Mr. Terrell. He was actually quite beautiful. Especially those blue eyes. I'm going to get lost in them if I looked any longer into them.
He looked me up and down as if he was studying every part of my body.
"Hello, you must be Ebony. I'm Jordon Terrell, But please call me Mr. Terrell for now. As you are here in front of me you probably know why you are. I'm going to need you to help me around the house and with running errands. You will have to clean on the days Don isn't here, which are are Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and half of Monday. You will have to stay here at my home if you wish to continue to work here, you stay in the room next to mine. I have it all set up for you. And do you see that door there?? Don't go in there. It's private and for me. If you do enter the room there will be a consequence. Understand?" He says looking at me straight in the eyes. I was so intimidated by this man already. I am excited to work here though, I mean I get to stare at him all day.

I nodded. He smiled at me. His smile was beautiful too.

"Great. I'm glad I chose you to work for me. Also please note that there is a time where you must stay in your room. It's a two hour period where I must be left alone to do some house maintenance in the back room. There will also be a consequence if you disobey that rule. So I suggest you follow it. Follow all the rules and you should get along well here. And again thank you for putting in your application. I'm getting excited about being your boss. I'll show you to your room. Let's go." He says getting out of his seat and opening the door. We walk down the hall a bit and then he opens up another door.

"This is your room. Don has put your stuff in here already. I hope you like this. I tried to get everything you liked from the 'Likes and Dislikes' section of the application." He says moving over so that I could enter the room.

"Thank you Mr. Terrell, I love it." I say smiling. He returns the smile and starts to walk away.
"Go ahead and get comfortable. You can look around your room for now to see what's what. Also you will notice your uniforms, are in the closet. Also, dinner is at six. Don't be late, alright?" He says looking back at me.

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