The maid's job was relatively easy; yes, you had to clean bathrooms, make beds, sweep, cook dinner, mop, organize closets, polish silverware, and various other tasks, but it was easy thanks to your employer. He was a millionaire thanks to his former career as a successful soccer player, owner of his own team, and also its coach.

Marc Snuffy was a simple man; he loved peace and quiet, a good hot meal, sleeping, and playing soccer on the pitch at his house. A beautiful early 2000s Tuscan-style mansion, with guest rooms and much more.

A sauna, Turkish bath, jacuzzi, swimming pool—everything. He was also very good to his employees; your pay was very good, and you could enjoy any of the mansion's amenities whenever you wanted.

Since he was working, he couldn't do it much, but you were very modest. One day, you were taking the clean laundry out of the basket to fold it when Marc came home from work. He hung up his sneakers and gym bag and sat down on the sofa with a tired sigh. The gentleman was thirty-seven years old, but he was still just as good at soccer. He greeted you, as always, politely and with a sweet smile.

"Good afternoon, miss. How was your day? I was very busy today..." The coach greeted, taking off his sweaty sports bandana and putting on a fresh one.