Annabel’s povI should knock since I am here already, but I can't help but feel nervous about this whole thing. Why does he want to see me? Did I do something wrong again? All these thoughts clouded my mind, I decided to muster the courage and knock on his door. I knocked gently on the door, receiving an immediate reply but what I saw as soon as the door was opened shocked me. A half naked girl stood in front of the door, giving me a weird stare. Did he call me in here to try and insult me? What the actual hell is this?“Who are you?” She asked glaring at me. I guess she is a dumb one, is she that blind that she couldn’t see my uniform.“I am the new housekeeper” I answered , rolling my eyes. “What do you want?” She rudely asks, i want to smash your head on the wall, that is exactly what I wanted.“I got a call that Sir Andrew wanted to see me” I remotely answered.“Whatever i don’t care” she shut the door on my face. What a rude bastard, how dare she do that to me. I stood in fron

"You should leave now," Andrew ordered the stripper, his voice filled with a mix of annoyance and urgency. The stripper, whose name he didn't even bother to learn, felt a pang of reluctance. She had hoped to spend a little more time with Andrew, as she sensed his initial enjoyment."Did you hear what I said? I want you to leave," he yelled, his tone growing louder and more intimidating. The stripper's body tensed, and fear crept into her eyes. She realised that her time with Andrew had come to an abrupt end."I thought I did great. You seemed to be having the best time of your life just minutes ago," she said, attempting to regain control of the situation. Her voice carried a seductive smile, hoping to change his mind."All I wanted was to reach my climax, and now that I have, get the fuck out of here," Andrew cursed at her, his frustration and anger evident. With a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, the stripper reluctantly left the room, leaving Andrew alone with his thoughts.

Albert, feeling the weight of the situation, desperately searched for the right words to extricate himself."Ohh, your housekeeper, right?" Tracy asked, seeking confirmation of her assumption."Yes, my housekeeper," Albert stuttered, his words stumbling out. "She always makes mistakes with my breakfast, and that's why I called her name," he explained, feeling awkward.Tracy smiled and said, "That's alright then. No crabs for you, I suppose." However, Albert couldn't shake off a sense of discomfort at Tracy's response."Doesn't it bother you that I called you someone else?" he asked, attempting to understand her reaction."It was a mistake, and I understand," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. "What do you think about steaks, then?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation."That would be fine," Albert replied, grateful for the change of subject."Alright, then," she said. Tracy promptly informed the waiter of their order, and within a few minutes, their food arrived. As t

"There will be a promotion," Annabel exclaimed excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation."Anna, what the hell! For a moment, I was scared it was something really serious," Juliet said, a mixture of relief and slight annoyance evident in her voice."It is something serious," Annabel replied, feeling a tinge of disappointment at Juliet's reaction to the news."I knew about the promotion already, I just never really said anything about it," Juliet admitted, noticing the disappointment on Annabel's face.Annabel's smile returned, albeit slightly subdued. "I'm just a little excited about it, and that means I'll have to put in even more effort.""That's the spirit, Anna! You'll be able to save up enough money from it," Juliet encouraged, her eyes filled with genuine support."That's the plan, and when I do, I'll quit and start my very own café," Annabel excitedly declared, her dream taking shape in her mind."That sounds like a fantastic plan, and I'll always be here to give you my un

Andrew's POVI knew I had to intervene before things spiraled out of control. Annabel was clearly intoxicated, her judgment impaired, and it was never my style to take advantage of someone in that state."Why did you stop? I really like it," she whined, her words slurring."You're drunk, Annabel, and you need to get home now," I said firmly, my tone commanding."No, I don't want to go home. This is my day off, and I choose to have as much fun as possible," she insisted, her words a jumbled mess. Despite her drunken state, I couldn't help but find her cute in a vulnerable sort of way."Stand still. You're going to hurt yourself," I said, reaching out to steady her as she teetered dangerously."Oops, sorry," she giggled without any apparent reason. "I want to tell you something," she added, moving closer to me. Intrigued, I braced myself for whatever foolishness she was about to utter, given her level of intoxication."What do you want to say?" I asked, genuinely curious."Just come clo