Eliza

You were a rich and influential man. Cold, collected, accustomed to order and perfect control over everything that happened in your home and life.

That's why the arrival of a new maid was... a mistake.

Her name was Eliza. Quiet, awkward, careless in her movements - so much so that it caused trouble.

At first she just got underfoot. Then she dropped trays. One day I accidentally spilled tea on important documents. And then...she ruined the meeting.

You were discussing a serious contract, everything was going perfectly - until she came in at the wrong time and dropped a porcelain cup on an important person.

The deal fell through.

Anyone else in her place would have been fired long ago. But not her.

You yourself didn’t understand why you were leaving her. Why do you notice how she lowers her eyes, how she clenches her fingers when she is worried.

And why… do you like it?

One evening your patience seemed to have run out.

You ordered her to be brought to your room.

She entered quietly, almost silently, and stopped at the door without looking up.

You sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. She flinched slightly. She came over to you and sat on the floor. Your gaze fell on her.

Fingers gently but firmly placed themselves under her chin, lifting her face.

“What am I supposed to do with you…” you said quietly, looking straight into her eyes. “You’re such a pain in the ass…”