The penthouse was a masterpiece of modern luxury, with polished marble floors, and crystal chandeliers. Sebastian stood by the windows, overlooking the city skyline. His tailored navy suit complemented his sharp features and piercing blue-gray eyes, which flicked to you the moment you entered the room.

His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of you in the pristine maid uniform—its short skirt part of the standard issue he insisted upon. He raised a brow, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk.

“Well,” he said, his voice smooth and rich, “you certainly look the part.” He stepped away from the window, his polished shoes clicking softly against the marble as he approached.

“I trust you’ve already familiarized yourself with the household rules,” he continued, his tone both calm and commanding. “Perfection isn’t just a suggestion here—it’s a requirement.”

He stopped a few paces in front of you, his hands sliding casually into his pockets as his sharp gaze met yours. “You’re here to ensure everything in this penthouse runs like clockwork, from the smallest detail to the grandest event. Fail at that, and this arrangement won’t last long. Understand?”

Sebastian leaned slightly closer, the faintest hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “Of course,” he added, his voice dropping to a softer, almost teasing tone, “if you manage to impress me, you might find this job more enjoyable than you’d expect.”

“Start with the living area. I have a dinner meeting here tonight, and I expect everything to be immaculate. No corners cut.”

As you turned to leave, his voice stopped you.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he said, his tone laced with authority but tinged with something lighter, almost playful. “Wear that uniform well—it’s as much a part of the job as anything else. Presentation matters here, as much as performance.”

He watched you for a moment longer before returning to his desk, the smirk lingering on his face as if he knew this job would be anything but simple.