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A Cold Reception
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The first rays of morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred awake on the hard floor, the blanket I’d used as a makeshift bed bunched around me. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, I realized I was being watched. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to find Mr. Nelson standing over me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Why did you sleep on my floor?” he asked, his voice devoid of any warmth or emotion. It was a question that seemed to cut right through me, exposing my vulnerability and discomfort. I scrambled to my feet, my mind racing. “I’m sorry,” I stammered, bowing deeply and repeatedly. My face burned with embarrassment, and I could feel the heat of my own shame. I hadn’t expected to be caught in such a compromising position, and the boss’s scrutiny only made it worse. Mr. Nelson’s expression remained impassive. “Okay,” he said, his voice as flat as ever. “Make me something to eat and go take a shower. You look a m
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The mansion was eerily quiet on my second evening of work. The silence was punctuated only by the soft rhythm of my cleaning. I glanced at the clock—11:15 PM. I was still unfamiliar with Mr. Nelson’s routine, so his absence was unsettling. I hoped nothing was wrong. Just then, the rumble of Mr. Nelson’s car echoed from the driveway. I set down the cloth and went to greet him. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what to expect from my employer, especially after his behavior the previous day. He stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol wafting into the room before he did. His usually sharp attire was in disarray, and his face was flushed. Mr. Nelson’s gait was unsteady, his movements erratic. “Evening, Mr. Nelson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He barely acknowledged me, mumbling a garbled response. “Evening,” he said, his voice thick with drunkenness. He staggered into the living room, bumping into furniture. As he made his
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As dawn broke, I lay in the guest room, staring at Mr. Nelson’s sleeping face. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his features. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions from the previous night, and I couldn’t shake the sense of confusion and regret that lingered. I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Mr. Nelson. My clothes from the night before were in disarray, and the room was filled with the remnants of our passionate encounter. With a heavy heart, I gathered the few belongings I had brought with me—my shirt and the clothes I had worn on my first day. I deliberately left behind anything Mr. Nelson had bought for me, not wanting to keep any reminders of the night’s events. As I packed my belongings, I took one last, lingering look at Mr. Nelson. His face was peaceful, oblivious to the turmoil I was feeling. I closed the door quietly behind me and stepped out into the hallway. The mansion, once imposing and grand, now felt cold a
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As Mr. Nelson’s commanding voice sliced through the heavy silence, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Jake, we need to talk.” The authority in his tone left no room for misinterpretation. I nodded, unable to speak, my throat dry with anxiety. Each step towards the house felt like a mile, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on me. I led him inside, my heart racing with every footfall.When we reached my room, I hesitated before opening the door. The room, once a refuge, now felt like a cage, burdened with the remnants of last night’s events. I opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Mr. Nelson to enter. I followed him in and sat down on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my nerves. My hands were clammy, and I avoided his gaze as he began to walk around the room, methodically taking pictures with his phone.The room, with its disheveled bed and scattered clothes, seemed like a stark reminder of my mistakes. I watched anxiously as Mr. Nelson’s gaze scanned the mess. Ea
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The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a patchy glow on the chaotic mess that was my home office. Papers were scattered across my small folding table, and my laptop sat amidst a sea of coffee stains and half-eaten snacks. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The confrontation with Mr. Nelson the previous day had left me shaken, and I needed to regain my composure. I glanced at the clock. It was time to head to the office. I couldn’t delay it any longer, no matter how much I dreaded facing Mr. Nelson again. I hurriedly got dressed, my hands trembling as I buttoned my shirt. The encounter from last night hung over me like a heavy cloud, and I knew I had to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the personal turbulence. The drive to the office was a blur. The city’s hustle and bustle passed by in a haze, my thoughts swirling with anxiety and anticipation. I pulled up to the sleek office building, its modern façade starkly contrasting with the disorder of m
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