sheet said," she had the sinking feeling she had made a horrible mistake.
"I need this done, and at this rate you are not going to have it done by the time the catering service comes into set up the tables and take measurements for the decorations. I need you to pick up the pace and do your job."
He sounded incredibly agitated.
After looking at his watch, he glanced around the room.
"I need you to have all of this done in the next hour. Get moving," he informed her and turned to leave.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," she said to his retreating back and then mumbled "Arrogant bastard" under her breath.
"Did you say something, Hannah?" He thought he had heard her say something as she turned her back.
"You know what? Yes, I did say something." She had a feeling she was going to regret what she was about to do, but she couldn't seem to control herself when he asked. "You need to learn to treat people better. You haven't had to work a job with physical labor in your life, and you have no idea how much work goes into taking care of your own house." She wasn't sure where the sassiness was coming from other than pure and unadulterated frustration at how hard she was working to keep this job.
The man was never happy with anything. You would think with all he had at his disposal he would at least be able to keep up a modicum of happiness in his mansion and his life of moderate luxury.
She certainly would have been more pleasant if she were in the same position.
The look of shock on his face made her instantly regret speaking up, and despair started to sink into every cell of her body.
'Now I'm really going to lose my job,' she thought as she kicked herself for being hot headed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell…" Hannah started to apologize, although she doubted anything she could say at this point would help salvage her position.
"No, don't apologize," he stopped her before she could say anything else.
"I'll just get my purse, and I'll go." She averted her eyes to hide the shame in them as she stuffed her polishing rag into her apron and reached around to untie it.
"You're right," Nathan said slowly.
"I am?"
Now it was her turn to be stunned.
"You are." He shook his head as if the realization had just hit him like a ton of bricks. "I do take everyone on my staff for granted far more than I should, and I don't take into account how much work you all put into keeping all of my properties in the condition they are in. I apologize for that. Sincerely."
Mr. Maxwell ran his hands through his hair like she had noticed he tended to do when he was overwhelmed with something and sighed. "Go ahead and take as long as you need to get this done, but I really do need you to get it done as quickly as possible. The vendors can work around you as long as the floors are done. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just under a lot of stress, but I shouldn't be taking that out on you or anyone else."
Hannah was unsure how to respond, so she just nodded and thanked him before getting back to getting the floors done as he had asked before he had the opportunity to change his mind. She couldn't believe after she insulted him he had been the one to apologize to her.
'Maybe he's more of a decent man than I've been giving him credit for?' Hannah wondered as she got the buffer ready.
When she was done with everything for the day, she was ready to go home, eat the Snickers she had hidden in the back of her freezer for a day like this, and take a long hot shower to wash the stress and achiness from her muscles.
All she wanted to do was relax, and nothing was going to stop her.
Unless…
Chapter Three
Hannah was getting ready to walk out to the front of the house when she heard the sound of music playing from the ballroom.
It was a smooth jazz that made her think of her grandfather and romance that had died long ago.
She couldn't stop her curiosity and turned around to go back in that
"I need this done, and at this rate you are not going to have it done by the time the catering service comes into set up the tables and take measurements for the decorations. I need you to pick up the pace and do your job."
He sounded incredibly agitated.
After looking at his watch, he glanced around the room.
"I need you to have all of this done in the next hour. Get moving," he informed her and turned to leave.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry," she said to his retreating back and then mumbled "Arrogant bastard" under her breath.
"Did you say something, Hannah?" He thought he had heard her say something as she turned her back.
"You know what? Yes, I did say something." She had a feeling she was going to regret what she was about to do, but she couldn't seem to control herself when he asked. "You need to learn to treat people better. You haven't had to work a job with physical labor in your life, and you have no idea how much work goes into taking care of your own house." She wasn't sure where the sassiness was coming from other than pure and unadulterated frustration at how hard she was working to keep this job.
The man was never happy with anything. You would think with all he had at his disposal he would at least be able to keep up a modicum of happiness in his mansion and his life of moderate luxury.
She certainly would have been more pleasant if she were in the same position.
The look of shock on his face made her instantly regret speaking up, and despair started to sink into every cell of her body.
'Now I'm really going to lose my job,' she thought as she kicked herself for being hot headed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell…" Hannah started to apologize, although she doubted anything she could say at this point would help salvage her position.
"No, don't apologize," he stopped her before she could say anything else.
"I'll just get my purse, and I'll go." She averted her eyes to hide the shame in them as she stuffed her polishing rag into her apron and reached around to untie it.
"You're right," Nathan said slowly.
"I am?"
Now it was her turn to be stunned.
"You are." He shook his head as if the realization had just hit him like a ton of bricks. "I do take everyone on my staff for granted far more than I should, and I don't take into account how much work you all put into keeping all of my properties in the condition they are in. I apologize for that. Sincerely."
Mr. Maxwell ran his hands through his hair like she had noticed he tended to do when he was overwhelmed with something and sighed. "Go ahead and take as long as you need to get this done, but I really do need you to get it done as quickly as possible. The vendors can work around you as long as the floors are done. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just under a lot of stress, but I shouldn't be taking that out on you or anyone else."
Hannah was unsure how to respond, so she just nodded and thanked him before getting back to getting the floors done as he had asked before he had the opportunity to change his mind. She couldn't believe after she insulted him he had been the one to apologize to her.
'Maybe he's more of a decent man than I've been giving him credit for?' Hannah wondered as she got the buffer ready.
When she was done with everything for the day, she was ready to go home, eat the Snickers she had hidden in the back of her freezer for a day like this, and take a long hot shower to wash the stress and achiness from her muscles.
All she wanted to do was relax, and nothing was going to stop her.
Unless…
Chapter Three
Hannah was getting ready to walk out to the front of the house when she heard the sound of music playing from the ballroom.
It was a smooth jazz that made her think of her grandfather and romance that had died long ago.
She couldn't stop her curiosity and turned around to go back in that
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