The good Doctor leaned over his desk, examining paperwork. While his home was well cleaned by one maid, he needed another. Not for cleaning or cooking, as his first was beautiful at his job. He needed another to take care of his son's home; someone who would take care of his son's needs.
For Ezra Gray, having someone to take care of Ivan's home was more important than his own home. That was not to say that he felt his home was worthless (nor his stomach), but instead Ivan was a pressing issue. To have someone in the house to cook and clean would surely break him of several nasty habits. The first, Ezra hoped would be his lady friend, Nadezhda.
He looked at the paper in which he had added an advert. Surely people would be coming to him, asking him for work. It was a generously paying job for a young woman. It would even be less than what his current maid did. Less rules, less regulations.
Less of Ezra's wrath even. Surely that was a job that young women would be lining up for, wouldn't it?
For Ezra Gray, having someone to take care of Ivan's home was more important than his own home. That was not to say that he felt his home was worthless (nor his stomach), but instead Ivan was a pressing issue. To have someone in the house to cook and clean would surely break him of several nasty habits. The first, Ezra hoped would be his lady friend, Nadezhda.
He looked at the paper in which he had added an advert. Surely people would be coming to him, asking him for work. It was a generously paying job for a young woman. It would even be less than what his current maid did. Less rules, less regulations.
Less of Ezra's wrath even. Surely that was a job that young women would be lining up for, wouldn't it?
Abby had just quit her job as an accountant for her selfish boss, the pay was getting smaller and smaller and she barely had enough money for rent, let alone food and everything else. She packed up her things, and headed out. She dropped her things off at her house, changed into something more causal, meaning a pair of blue-jeans and a T-shirt. She needed to go around the town to try to find a new job. She had finally reached her limit with her boss and that was very hard to do. It wasn't long till she found the paper for the needing a maid. It sure did pay well for such a simple job, but, hey, she wasn't going to question it. Now, she would have to decide if it was better to go now or go change into something more professional.
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