The first week as a billionaire’s maid

Many people think Fridays are meant to stay home, then go to the club or bar, take a couple of shots, get wasted, and get laid while listening to one of the Beatles' classics. Well, for Ellie, after taking on the role of a personal maid to Jonathan Conrad for the first week that he has been on a business trip, it just meant unending housekeeping shifts. Sure enough, she is his maid, just like a dozen others who work in the mansion. However, she is also the only maid assigned to his favorite room. Considering that he never uses the other rooms, that's technically saying she's the only one who gets to attend to him.

It wasn't always like that, though, at least not until Abigail, his favorite elderly maid, retired. Now that she has been replaced by Ellie, a strikingly beautiful and petite hustler who is barely 20, one will assume the youthfulness will ensure effectiveness, but no. Not at all. It will be quite the opposite.

Ellie drifted back to earth when she felt a tap. It was Caroline, her colleague. Although Caroline is also a housekeeper, she ranks much higher in the number of years she'd spent in the mansion than any other housekeeper. She works on the top floor, so there is no reason for their interaction. If anything, the fact that Ellie is now working closest to Mr. Conrad goes beyond the ranks. That is, even if he completely hates her.

Considering that Mr. Conrad is yet to be back and she is already fully invested in working in the mansion is a bit inadvisable, she knows. Caroline has told her several times not to get too comfortable just yet. Many have tried to fill Abigail's position after she retired, which has always backfired. Her experience and familiarity with the mansion are enough to make Ellie know she doesn't want to get on her bad side. Perhaps there is more to it. It has to be said that there is one daunting fact about her, her size is twice as intimidating.

"Mr. Conrad is back; leave this floor to us. Abigail has asked you," Caroline says with a voice that betrays her plus size. It was thin and almost comical.

Ellie suppresses a laugh and felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her nervousness is obvious and comes with mentioning the name 'Conrad.' Ever since Chloe revealed who her Godfather is, and she realized it is a name she grew up hearing with spite from both her parents, the tension became never ending. And now, finally, it shall come to pass. She is scared that Jonathan Conrad will swallow her whole on their first meeting. Her fears immediately escalate and materialize into a need to use the restroom.

Caroline was beside her, watching closely as she put the mop back in its hold and walked towards the elevator. She takes a deep breath when she gets in and waits for it to ding. She pops out and proceeds to the final stop that leads to Jonathan Conrad's chamber.

She gulped down her saliva curiously and felt more pressure in her bladder. Just when she is contemplating knocking on the door, she spots Chloe on the far end walking towards her. There was an instant relief in her belly when Chloe hugged her playfully. She can already sense how tense Ellie is.

"Come on. It's gonna be fine. Abigail's in there. She'll call you any minute now."

As if on cue, Abigail's voice is heard from the interior. Ellie froze just then. She turns to Chloe and nods with a dim encouraging smile. Ellie reciprocated the action and then unlocked the door to step in.

"Oh please, save yourself the trouble, Abigail. I can handle my own..."Jonathan is about to finish when Abigail interrupts.

'Ellie,' Abigail called out loud, and a girl came out of the shadow behind the door. She's been there the whole time.

"There's no trouble at all, Jonathan. If there was, I've already gone through it," Abigail says.

Jonathan is dumbfounded. He cannot believe she would ambush him like that. And worse, if he rejects the girl, his God daughter's best friend, she would be very upset.

Abigail squeezed her face at him when she got closer. A sort of plea that he should not be harsh on the girl. Jonathan shakes his head and turns to look at the girl. He is immediately stunned, and not necessarily by her beauty, even though she is incredibly beautiful. Petite, yes, with perky breasts, a streamlined gown that hugged her body tightly, and very fragile hands. She looked like a teenager, but he figured Abigail could not be that insensitive. At the very least, she would be twenty.

"Conrad, meet Ellie," Abigail says to Jonathan.

Jonathan said nothing, though, even though he wanted to. Upon close examination, he began to realize that hers was a face he had seen before. He is not sure where, when, or how. But he is pretty sure that is not the first time he is setting his eyes on those innocent eyes. He tries to smile at the girl, but his displeasure towards the situation is apparent.

Ellie had been busy fidgeting with her fingers. She didn't know what to look for, so she stared at her feet. She tried to hide the apparent nervousness, but it was futile.

"It's an honor to meet you again, sir," the girl stammered.

Poor thing probably has been hearing about Jonathan Conrad since he was old enough to attend school. Jonathan managed to force a more genuine smile and sit more comfortably. Until he takes note of the term 'again' that she used. Wait, does she know him? How?

"Again? Do you know me, child?" Jonathan says and looks at Abigail for answers. She knows something.

"That'll be all for now, Ellie. Tell Chloe to show you around," Abigail says as if to protect Ellie from the horror about to happen.

The girl bows slightly and hurries off. Abigail turns to Jonathan, whose eyes are fixed on the older woman. Whatever she has to explain, he is pretty sure she has overstepped her boundaries.

"Well..." Jonathan urges.

Abigail sighed and tried to relax, but it was apparent that she was uncomfortable. Afraid even.

"Look, Jonathan, you and I know this has gone on long enough. Now, that girl is a sweet girl; she's smart, understands Art, and loves it. She makes great tea. If she doesn't, I'll teach her. So I want you to open your heart to her," Abigail says.

Jonathan isn't sure what the marketing is about, but he is pretty sure the story doesn't end there.

"And?" Jonathan responds.

"And she is Ellie White, daughter of..." Abigail didn't get to finish before Jonathan completed her statement.

"Hazel White and Alexander White," he completes.

Jonathan stands up swiftly as if on cue. Now it all makes sense. Ellie looks familiar to him because she had a striking resemblance to Hazel White when she was around her age. Abigail may not know a lot about what happened between Hazel and him in the past, but she sure as hell should know well enough not to bring a daughter of Hazel White into his house. What's worse, she isn't just here to visit so he can hold his breath till she leaves. No, she is here to stay, to work. Such that he would have to see her every day, every single day, he would be reminded of the past and how Hazel and Alexander hurt him.

"Say something, Jonathan," Abigail says.

He knows Abigail has his best interest at heart, so he can not get upset. If he gets really upset, he will have to hide it. He loves and respects Abigail just as he would his mother, so an outburst is inappropriate. Nevertheless, he cannot simply hide his rage.

"Does she know?" Jonathan asks.

"You're Jonathan Conrad; what do you think?" Abigail responds.

"Is that why she's here? Because I'm famous?" Jonathan asks.

"The girl just wants a job Jonathan, don't think too much about it," Abigail clarifies.

"Come on, a girl her age should no better than to work for her parents' arch enemy, don't you think?" Jonathan adds.

Abigail shakes her head before she responds,

"Don't use that word lightly. I think Hazel and Alexander no longer hold grudges against you," Abigail says.

Jonathan scoffs before he walks close to Abigail confidently and talks in a calm yet domineering tone.

"Grudges? They dare not hold grudges against me. I was the one who got hurt. If anything, I should hold grudges against them," Jonathan defends.

"Well, I think that's what you're doing, holding grudges. I think you're past that now, Jonathan. Come on, what else do you want? You've achieved everything. No one, no woman, cannot be yours right now. So let go, find someone else," Abigail pleads.

Jonathan looks away. His resolve softens but not his anger. Instead, to achieve the privacy he so much yearns for, he gives Ellie strict rules about what to touch and what not, and if possible, frustrates her until she quits.