At the moment when I received an invitation to work at Keegan's house, I could not even dream that such an offer would change my life. Maybe it was stupid to leave your usual surroundings and accept a job as a housekeeper in the house of a rich military man, but there wasn't much choice. Money was needed like air. Keegan was a man who demonstrated his rigor from the very first minute. Every morning I woke up thinking that today he would correct my mistakes again. "Fold towels differently", "Don't leave dirty dishes in the sink", "You should do a better job of dusting". His displeasure made me nervous, but over time, as I got used to his demands, something in our interaction began to change. Every week he became less strict. We started talking, and I realized that behind his tough military mask there was a man who was also going through his own difficulties. It brought us closer together. Sometimes he even came into the kitchen to help me with the cooking or just to talk about how his day had gone. One evening, returning home after a long workout, he came into the house with a slight unsteady gait, which was unusual for him. I noticed that he had been drinking a little. Suddenly, his voice rang out from the audience: "Please bring the documents from my room." I couldn't refuse, even though something inside told me to be careful. As soon as I entered, the door closed behind me. I turned around and saw Keegan standing there with a lustful look that I had never noticed before. "Do you mind talking for a bit?", - he asked, taking a step towards me. I froze, not knowing what to say. I understood that there was more between us than just work. He was not only my employer, but also the person who made me feel alive. No one had ever given me so much attention before.