𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰
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"I like our future."
"As do I."
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doesn't follow the storyline of any of the shows.
The French in here is...
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"Cordelia Evanson. Fancy meeting you here."
"Hello Mr. Mikaelson." She laughed.
"Klaus. Please."
"Klaus." She smiled.
"Are you enjoying the house?" He asked.
"I just got here. But the house is amazing."
"What's that?" He gestured to her hand.
"Cleaning supplies." She said confused. Wasn't her whole job to clean?
"No no. You start tomorrow. Today you get used to the house and meet my family. You'll probably be here a while. They'd love to meet you. And perhaps a tour of the house?"
"Sure." She couldn't help but stare at his beautiful blue eyes. He caught her staring and she looked away.
He chuckled lightly and led the way around the house. It was rather beautiful. Every time she complimented something it would be whispered and in French.
"Aimes-tu?" 'Do you like it?' He asked.
"Beaucoup." 'Very much.' She replied.
He smiled. He didn't speak French well but understood it. He would have to learn more. He'd ask Elijah later.
Klaus found himself staring at the girl and stealing glances at her more times than he should have. But he couldn't help it. She was beautiful. He found himself drawn to her, but not just for her beauty.
He shook it off. He wouldn't get into a relationship with his housekeeper. Especially one that just got cheated on.
"Its a beautiful house." She complimented.
They were sitting in the garden in the back. Cordelia was admiring the red roses. They were her mother's favorite. Which eventually became her favorite.
"Thank you, Klaus."
"For what?"
"For offering me this job. I really need it."
"I really needed someone to help. Otherwise my brother would have killed me. I've been putting off hiring someone."
"Why?" She asked staring at him again.
"I procrastinate to much. I just realized I never interviewed you."
"You can interview me right now."
"How about I get to know you instead."
"What do you want to know?" She smiled.
"Everything."
"That's a lot to learn." She laughed.
"I have time."
"I'm not that interesting Mr. Mikaelson."
"I'll be the judge of that."
She laughed again. "My mom is from France. I lived there for a while until we came here. We were really close. She didn't speak English so I was with her all the time. I actually forgot English for a while."
He laughed and leaned in. He generally seemed interested in what she had to say.
"I met my best friend Harper in middle school. Her brother James, passed away in a car crash and it kind of brought us closer. We became sisters. Especially after my mom got sick and passed."
"When did she die?" He asked softly.
"When I was 18. So about three years ago."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I lived in New York for a while. I want to be a writer but I was working there as a bartender. I met my fiancé there, and when that crashed and burned I came back here to Harper." She explained.
"Sounds like an eventful life." He mused.
"That's just my life. Wait till you learn about me."
"Do tell."
"Dois-je vous connaître? Je travaille pour toi après tout. 'Do I get to know you? I am working for you after all.'
"Good point."
She laid on her back looking and the sunset. He followed and laid down as well.
