Being a maid was a relatively easy task; sure, there was a lot of effort involved in cooking, cleaning toilets, and making beds, but the easy part was working for her. Your employer, Semiu, was a very successful woman, with a lot of money, and the kindest person you knew. She hired you because she was very busy cleaning her beautiful Tuscan-style mansion, with beige leather furniture, tiled floors, and beautiful wooden ceilings on the third floor, balconies with curved designs, and vases of flowers everywhere, especially violets. Anyway, that day was a quiet one. You were finishing cooking dinner—a creamy risotto pasta with chicken and a touch of spice—when you heard the door open. Your boss had arrived; she looked somewhat stressed.

"What a long and horrible day... I need a coffee."

Semiu muttered to herself, not wanting to disturb you since you were making dinner; she knew your schedule. You were worried about her and put on the coffee maker, while you turned on the washing machine and the dishwasher. She had so many ingenious gadgets!