“What a waste of money,” Hannah shook her head as she strolled up the path through the first layer of security at the gated community where her new boss lived. Every aspect of the lives of the super wealthy was on display here. From the newest sports cars to the biggest mansions, Hannah could see it all in front of her – teasing her.
Lives for the people that lived here was not about stressing where their next meal was coming from, rather, they were about stressing which expensive dress to wear to the next gala dinner.
Serene Willow was one of the most prestigious gated communities in the north-eastern United States and the residents all boasted important rolls of high success and the addiction to working that comes with it. Surgeons and doctors, government officials, investment bankers, and high-powered CEOs all called The Serene Willow complex home.
The coffee this morning had been the only thing to perk her up and get her going. The new job wasn't panning out to be as perfect as she thought it was going to be when her friend told her about it. She had a feeling she was on her way to blowing it.
One of the many dove-white homes complete with colonial pillars, archways and a pair of golden lion statues at the top of the stairs to the front door belonged to her boss, Nathan Maxwell.
Mr. Nathan Maxwell - a thirty-five year old investment banker and stunning heartthrob.
“Oh yum,” Hannah whispered as she thought about his tall, broad frame, his thick, wavy dark hair, and his perfect skin complexion.
Mr. Maxwell was a stock trader that landed success whenever he made a move in the market. Hannah imagined he had more money than he knew what to do with, and he reinforced her assumption by buying and selling small businesses in the area and investing in startups to bring life back to the city.
Hannah had been hired only two weeks ago and was added to the staff of Mr. Maxwell's house making triple what she had made in her previous position, which she had worked for the last four years. The improvement in pay had taken a lot of stress and pressure off of her, but things kept happening that made her feel like her job may be in jeopardy.
Coffee runs were often long, and she delivered them later than Mr. Maxwell expected. She knocked over an expensive vase two days ago, and it shattered on his marble foyer floor. Mr. Maxwell was a very strict and demanding boss with high expectations without her breaking his belongings and giving him more reason to make mental demerits in his mind against her.
Hannah liked things simple. The work that was required to run a seven-bedroom home with a pool and guesthouse in the back was too much for her to imagine. She was happy with her one-bedroom apartment above a quaint coffee shop that she loved.
Bright Eyes sold coffee and teas, pastry and doubled as a used bookshop. It combined her two favorite things and was her favorite place to be when she had time to herself. Getting lost in a book and getting away from the mundane reality of her day-to-day existence with a big cup of fresh-brewed hazelnut coffee was the epitome of a day off.
Bright Eyes had been struggling for the last few years, and she wanted to give them as much business as she could afford to in order to keep it open. She had grown to love the shop so much that it's closing would feel like the loss of a good friend. She dreamt of buying the shop and saving it from its demise, but working as a housekeeper, even with the raise in pay, was not enough to make that happen.
With the world turning more and more to technology, instant gratification, and brand awareness, she had a sinking feeling it was only going to be a matter of time before Bright Eyes was bought out by Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts, and the charm of the place would be lost, with a trendy hollowness in its place.
But, as always, her thoughts didn’t stay distracted too long. They drifted back to him .
And her .
“What a bitch,” she mumbled
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