From Maid To Mistress

lv

out of the car, and I knew it was going to irritate her. "Your leg see

d kill anyone who attempted that at work. I preferred it when everyone recognized me as Mr. Anderson, or

ouldn't she understand the gravity of this? Even in the hospital, she felt frustrated with

e the impression that breaking your leg after falling down a few stairs was nothing out of the ordinary.

; there is nothing you can do. You won't be forced to push yourself and risk further leg damage b

ve a shoulder shrug. Who will handle all the househ

n of becoming that busy. Even though I had a lot on my plate, I always made an effort to find time for her. To take care o

matter anymore; something had to

e when I put an arm under her armpit. "The newest resort is opening, so I can step aside for a little while to take care of you."

ly that you will be able to relinquish control. In a mi

to others. In every department of my resort, I have managers. I can only exert myself so much beca

able to see straight through me since there was always some

t do it any longer. If doing so will g

e that, if she didn't take care, her independence, obstinacy, and pig-headed attitude would lead

r of my eye. There was no disputing that I was Mom's son even if I didn't look much like her other than for our deep green eyes. My personality was all her; my father may have given me my excep

fee or te

a coffee, she sai

right, even if I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to give her everything I ha

nything DIY-related, or at the very least, I would have access to someone to do it through the company. I couldn'

temporarily employ a cleaner for y

ticipated she would. "Thank you very much, but I

st, I wasn't going to pay heed. She wouldn't like it, but I would still hire someone. There was nothing more

the door and cut me off in mid-sentence. "I'll kill you,

ught. I headed for the door. "I have no idea who it is." My best friend was l

ouquet of flowers from his back. I smiled to myself at George's affectionate gesture. He loved my mom, and since he'd s

os in the family. It was poisonous, acrid, and even aggressive. Although it wasn

larly enjoy it, it was preferable to being constantly interrupted by disputes. To avoid that, he frequent

, asking her, "How are yo

d loudly in her throat. "My darn body isn't function

t of my life slouched over a desk. To be completely honest, I believed that practic

to make another cup of coffee. I grabbed my phone and accessed the internet on it as I was in the kitchen. Ninety-nine percent of the applicants I received through my web

we can find Mom a

hrase "Cle

rm position or not depended on how the applicant and Mom got along when they started. Although I wanted to be honest about it, I als

the applicants to understand what they were signing up for. It was preferable that I directly addressed Mom's disposition. I also wanted to outline th

he wage information, which was higher than I would typically

eorge exclaimed. "Your mother claims that you're

someone to take charge of the odd jobs while she heals from this bro

eone with half-crazy, irrational beliefs. Actually, he shot me down with "No.

gument George would have presented, despi

Maids robbing wealthy women, taking advantage of the

irritated me that George's viewpoint was merely leading Mom further away from

ng about? That never occurs. Not

ently appears

alists ought to look for somethin

really matter if they steal or not because I won't be hiring a maid. By to

ance from George, which neither of us desired. For Mom, we both wanted what was best. Once I

ay. That made me grin because it was obvious that the job offer was alluring

ly be a hiccup, but eventually, everyt