I always brought a wrap. I wore my boots in case the cat was under my chair and in a mood. As I headed down the steep dark staircases from my garret and walked along the corridor to the dining room, I was steeling myself for battle. Not even the gorgeous room and the food could take my mind off the fact that my employer was somehow playing games. Vera Van Alst, a vision in frayed beige once again, raised a beige eyebrow as I arrived. It may have been the hand-tooled cowboy boots. I smiled at her, all confidence. Two can play games. Even so, I reminded myself that I had to tread carefully. I needed this job. And I loved my funky garret and cabbage rose walls. Plus there was something to be said for living in the Van Alst mansion and having platters of delicious food placed in front of you three to five times a day. The downside was not knowing what Vera was up to. I didn’t mind grumpy, but I wasn’t crazy about deceitful and manipulative, when I was the target.
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