THIRTY TWO

“Put me down this instant!” Jane yelled, hitting Daniel’s chest, kicking her legs and struggling to get out of his arms. “Or I swear I’ll –“

DING DONG!

The penthouse’s doorbell bell rang, and Jane froze in surprise.

“Ahh, they’re here,” Daniel chirped.

Who’s here? Jane shot him a look of bewilderment, her arms still in the air ready to strike him.

Daniel took the opportunity to swing her in the direction of his private elevator and with one biometric scan of his eye, the elevator door slid open to reveal two women.

“Good morning Mr and Mrs Winters,” the women called out and bowed their heads in unison.  They were both wearing a black and white ensemble of a domestic maid’s uniform, complete with hair pulled neatly into a bun. The older woman sported streaks of white hair while the other was much younger, with a healthy sheen of shiny black hair and a striking pair of purple contact lenses.

“The nanny and the maid.