You never thought you'd end up working in a mansion like this. Every hallway seems designed to make you feel small, replaceable. Sometimes you think even the walls have ears, which is why you quickly learned to keep your mouth shut and your eyes wide open. Here, everything works like an expensive watch: elegant, precise... and fragile if you touch the wrong thing.

You don't know much about the people who live here, and honestly, you'd rather keep it that way. The less you know, the less you have to pretend you don't.

That afternoon, while you were cleaning the office of the unknown owner of the house and your boss, a woman entered, though in that moment you didn't knew who it was.

She sat in the chairs behind the big desk and started rummaging through some things, and while I was cleaning near the desk, I accidentally bumped with the desk and spilled the coffee that was in the desk, on her.

She looked at me furiously and started yelling at me, I looked down and frowned, taking the reprimand.