Rebecca walked up to the house a bit nervously as she fished in her pocket for the ad she had cut out of the newspaper. She unfolded it as she stood on the doorstep of the house, "yep this was the address." She thought. Her hair felll in lose, wavy brunette curls down to her mid-back. Her eyes glinted a deep ocean blue. She took a deep breath, she needed this job to save for college, so she reached out and rang the doorbell. As she waited she tugged her white tang top down over her black skinny jeans. She hoped she had dressed appropriately for the interview, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked up.
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The House Maid
- Thread starter Angel216
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RVJ94
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2010
- Location
- Southeast US
Joseph peeled his eyes away from his computer monitor, once the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout his spacious house. They darted to the digital clock on his desk. 10:00 AM sharp, it read in a bright red color. Right on time, he thought to himself.
The 30-year-old businessman got up from out of his seat and proceeded to the front, his 6'1" frame carrying him easily. He was spending more and more time with work, and with that, came less time to cook and clean and do other chores. It didn't help that he was single, and had nobody else to help him out. In other words, he was single, and simply couldn't find a significant other simply by snapping his fingers. That's why he had put out an ad on Craigslist for a maid to help out around the house. After fielding several calls, he chose to bring in someone named Rebecca. She sounded sweet on the phone, and kind of young, and hopefully she would turn out to be a good hire. Her promptness for today was certainly a good sign.
He ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair and peered through the peephole. A young woman stood on the other side, he could see. Opening the door, he greeted her with a smile and said, "Hello, you must be Rebecca. Come on in."
The 30-year-old businessman got up from out of his seat and proceeded to the front, his 6'1" frame carrying him easily. He was spending more and more time with work, and with that, came less time to cook and clean and do other chores. It didn't help that he was single, and had nobody else to help him out. In other words, he was single, and simply couldn't find a significant other simply by snapping his fingers. That's why he had put out an ad on Craigslist for a maid to help out around the house. After fielding several calls, he chose to bring in someone named Rebecca. She sounded sweet on the phone, and kind of young, and hopefully she would turn out to be a good hire. Her promptness for today was certainly a good sign.
He ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair and peered through the peephole. A young woman stood on the other side, he could see. Opening the door, he greeted her with a smile and said, "Hello, you must be Rebecca. Come on in."
Rebecca smiled as she nodded and stepped into the house, "Well thank you.......um Sir?" She was uncertain what to call him as she bit her bottom lip. She stepped into his house and looked around, as she tucked the note back into her pocket. Her slim frame seemed outta of place in this big space as she only weighed 120 lbs and stood at 5'7" She tilted onto the balls of her feet, to make her seem taller.
RVJ94
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2010
- Location
- Southeast US
"You can call me Joseph," he said, closing the door behind his potential new employee. Briefly, he saw her looking around the interior. Probably due to curiosity, he thought, which would be no surprise. "Calling me 'sir' seems a little too formal." Her outfit, however, sure didn't seem formal. He had expected her in something slightly more formal, but would not hold it against her. He did his best not to stare, but her jeans and tank top more than complimented her curves.
He gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen. With a flick of the switch, the dimness disappeared, revealing a bright, immaculately kept area of the house. Off-white counter tops, a stainless steel refrigerator, and a filter for the tap water were among the things that stood out. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered. "I got water, milk, juice, a few cans of Pepsi."
After grabbing the jug of milk from out of the fridge, he sat it on the counter, then opened one of the cupboards to fetch a glass. "So tell me a little bit about yourself. Where you're from, work experience, and why you want this job."
He gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen. With a flick of the switch, the dimness disappeared, revealing a bright, immaculately kept area of the house. Off-white counter tops, a stainless steel refrigerator, and a filter for the tap water were among the things that stood out. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered. "I got water, milk, juice, a few cans of Pepsi."
After grabbing the jug of milk from out of the fridge, he sat it on the counter, then opened one of the cupboards to fetch a glass. "So tell me a little bit about yourself. Where you're from, work experience, and why you want this job."