House Keeping Novels & Stories

“You sound tired.” I let out a breath. “I am.” “Yeah, well… you got a reason to be. Just glad you both made it out.” Silence hung for a second before I asked, “How’s the house?” “It’s steady. Quiet.” “The maids showin’ up on time?” “Yeah. Maria’s been on top of it. Cleaned the whole kitchen twice yesterday even though nobody’s usin’ it.” “What about the guards?” “Doing their job. Rounds every hour. Cameras up and running.”

they all four said in unison as they stepped forward and looked ahead, not making eye contact with me, "we are your butlers and are honoured to be at your service." At that they all four stepped back into line and another four plump females stepped forward, "good afternoon, madam. We are the four housekeepers," they introduced, freakishly like the butlers- all in unison without making eye contact. "The housekeepers are the undisputed head of the female staff. It is a role which is a huge responsibility and good character is necessary. Our housekeepers are prudent, sensible and honest. You can refer to them as ‘Mrs’ regardless of marital status," Martina explained quickly besides me.

I pour coffee with hands that want to shake, focusing on the simple task to avoid looking at him. "Your primary duties will be managing the household staff," he continues, his tone crisp and businesslike. "Mária comes three times a week for deep cleaning. József handles maintenance and security. There's a gardening service on Fridays." I nod, taking notes on my phone, trying to match his professional demeanor. The coffee tastes expensive and perfect, like everything else in this house. "You'll oversee deliveries, coordinate any repairs, ensure the house runs smoothly in my absence." He pauses, and when I glance up, his eyes are already looking elsewhere. "I travel frequently for business. So

He tilted his head slightly, like he was choosing his words. "It's structured, organized and orderly. Everything has its place." I shrugged. "Well, your house is orderly too, Adrian. It’s not exactly a den of chaos." "Yeah, it is orderly," he said simply. "My housekeepers do a good job in maintaining that." I blinked, the reality of his lifestyle registering to me again. "Wait… you have housekeepers?" He gave me a look. And then I caught myself. "Right," I muttered. "Of course you do."

It was a fortress built to keep the world at bay. "Your trunk is already upstairs," Jarrah said, closing the heavy door behind us. The lock clicked into place with a definitive, chilling finality. "My housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, leaves at five every evening. She's stocked the kitchen, but otherwise, we are alone." Alone. The word hung heavy between us in the massive foyer. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the slight shiver creeping up my spine. "Which room is mine, Jarrah?"

she called a few moments later. I smiled when I saw her at the sink, washing her hands and hurried over to start the tub water. When I finally got the temperature right, I turned and walked over to the sink as well. I rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out toothpaste, two new toothbrushes, and a hair brush along with a couple of big, fluffy towels.

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I asked. “What I mean is, just one room is in use, mine that is. The rest of the rooms have not been used in months. At first the housekeepers were cleaning it every week, but I noticed it was tasking on them, so I told them not to bother and clean it every three months. The house is actually homogeneous and there are other things they can be focused on. So, the remaining rooms haven't been cleaned in weeks now. It would be clouded with dust and it'll make you ill.”

He was damn serious with the things he had said, that was an awesome one, but then, he wanted to make sure that in was understood by the lady, that is the most Important thing right now, particlarly because he wanted clarity. The house doesn't need much cleaning, and a maid comes here twice or thrice a week to do the cleaning, and shopping, Thus, there is nothing to worry about cleaning at all. As he heaved a very gentle sigh, he walked over to Becky to set some rules to her, he wore a serious face as he did so.

The Wallace manor was busy as usual. The employees were going round the compound doing their chores. Others cleaned the compound, one was working on the hedges, another mowing the carpet green grass, picking litter and watering the flowers. Inside, the house keeper was dusting the antique but classy furniture in the living room. The cooks in the kitchen were preparing for lunch moments after serving breakfast.