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Story Six Hundred Ninety Four Ends Friday, March 6
|I gulped nervously while walking up the stone pathway in the direction of the massive manor that stretched up toward the sky like a mountain. I tried to keep my face calm and rather neutral, but inside my heart was racing like a frightened Miamouse in a maze. After all, if I was truly a maid accustomed to working in such mansions then I should be neither amazed nor overwhelmed, and I had to maintain this disguise. If it was discovered who I truly was, then I'd no doubt be kicked out and lose all chances at the scoop of the lifetime.
Oh, the things a reporter will do for a good story.
Maintaining a steady and regular breathing pattern, I pushed the doorbell and heard a delightful piece of melody from inside the house. After a few minutes, the stately door opened and I found myself looking up at a rather dignified and handsome white Aisha.
"May I help you?" he asked in a cultured tone.
"I've come to apply for the maid's position," I replied, holding out my resume for him to see.
He smiled gently but didn't take my offered resume. "I only put that ad in The Neopian Times yesterday," he said. "I'm surprised anyone has answered so quickly, but promptness is a quality that is desired among the staff here at Ghostnest manor. Please, come in."
"Thank you," I said, stepping into a gleaming and ornate foyer. It would be quite the job to keep this place sparkling, although it wasn't as if I was here to do that job. My job was to learn the real secrets hidden with the deepest and darkest cracks of what appeared to be a glorious home.
The Aisha stepped up beside me and smiled again, but there was something odd about his expression. "I believe that the best way to learn how someone will be as an employee is to see them work. I will assign you three tasks and, if you complete each one in a timely and efficient manner, then you will be hired. Are you willing to take on these tasks?"
"Yes, Mr...." my voice trailed off.
"You may call me, Sebastian," he said. "Now, as for your first task." He smiled as he looked about the manor and I wasn't sure I liked that smile. I began to question my decision to pose as a maid for this place, but there was no turning back now as he listed my first task...
Date: Mar 2nd
..."For your first task, I would like you to dust the library. Make sure each and every book is free of dust. It's a very long and grueling task, but it's something you'll have to do each day," Sebastian explained. "Remember: the better the job that you do today, the less you'll have to clean tomorrow... if we choose to keep you," he added with a smirk. The Aisha presented me with a box containing all of the necessary cleaning supplies. "I trust that these will come in handy?"
"Yes, thank you very much." I accepted the box gratefully and pulled the feather duster out. "Will you please guide me to the library?"
"Why, of course." The Aisha turned and began to walk, then paused. "I don't believe I caught your name, Miss."
"It's Angel," I told him, although that was far from the truth. If he knew who I actually was, he would likely recognize my byline from The Neopian Times.
No more words were spoken between us as he took me to the library. It was even bigger than I'd imagined. It had to contain every book in Neopia. I wanted to spend time reading them all, but I knew I had a task to do and that Sebastian was watching me carefully with that odd look on his face.
"I suppose I'd better get started," I mumbled to myself, taking the duster and beginning to wipe some of the dust off of the books on the lowest shelf...
Date: Mar 2nd
...There was a certain beauty in cleaning. Watching the dulled colors of the book spines come to life again, making them look bright and shiny once more like they must have been when they were first published, some of them a very long time ago. Being a maid was also a very different type of labor from what I was used to as a reporter. Sure, both professions require discipline and speed, but there was a certain satisfaction in doing manual labor. You could feel the progress of your work in a whole different way.
After dusting over 2,000 books, however, I was beginning to feel a bit too much progress. My arms and legs were aching all over and I was longing to get started on my real mission here at Ghostnest manor: getting that scoop of a lifetime. I had a distinct feeling that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, though, and it was probably Sebastian's odd look that had given me that impression. What was up with that look, anyway? I hadn't been able to identify what was behind his expression, but I hoped I wouldn't have to see it again as it made me feel uncomfortable.
Interrupting my thoughts, however, was another Aisha that I hadn't seen before. She'd suddenly appeared right in front of me, and I was beginning to question my observation skills that I usually bragged to my colleagues about. She was young and about half my height, and she was wearing a gorgeous fancy blue dress.
"Hi!" I said in a friendly voice, trying to hide my surprise.
"Are you the new maid?" she asked while moving in a circle around me, very quickly, checking me out.
"Yes! You are a quick one, aren't you?" I answered, trying to follow her incredibly speedy movements.
"So everyone says," she replied with a smirk, which I thought was really cute. The next words out of her mouth, however, startled me. "Are you really here to be a maid, though?"
I swallowed, trying to keep my face calm. "Yes, yes of course. Why else would I be here?"
"Well, this manor has a lot of secrets -- and a really big one, in particular." She had stopped moving now and was observing me intensely with that cute smirk of hers. I was beginning to wonder if this little Aisha could help me with my mission here, or if she'd be the reason for my possible failure.
Just as I was about to say something, the library door swung open. "Kayla, you are not supposed to be here right now."
It was Sebastian. He took a quick look around the room as Kayla left and you could see that he was clearly impressed with my work. "Good work in here, Angel. So, are you ready for your next task?"
There it was again! That smirk. That odd look on his face...
Date: Mar 3rd
...Almost as if he knew what I was up to. I could feel my face beginning to flush. His eyes bore into mine and I wondered if my charade was coming to an end. That odd comment from Kayla... and that smirk. Perhaps she had said something to Sebastian... maybe Kayla had recognized me, after all? All of my insecurities came boiling to the surface and I felt sure that I was seconds away from confessing to that devious smile, but instead, I heard myself say, "I'm ready."
"Excellent. Follow me, then." Sebastian turned, holding the door open for me to exit the library. I gave the rows of books one last longing look before following the older Aisha down a different hallway. He led me to a brightly-lit kitchen that was full of top-of-the-line cooking appliances and lingering smells of some pleasing aromas.
"Here we are," Sebastian explained.
"I have to cook?" I blurted out, feeling my heart beginning to race. The ad had said nothing of cooking being a requirement. The extent of my culinary skills stretched as far as grilled cheeses and I didn't think they'd go over too well here.
He turned, without smiling, then said, "No. We have a trained chef who comes each day to prepare the meals. You simply need to wash the dishes, mop the floors, and take out the trash. Also, once a week you'll be required to do inventory."
That sounded easy enough. I gave Sebastian a smile, which he returned, unfortunately. Once he left I set to work, the fulfillment of manual labor slowly wearing off and an autopilot of movements setting in.
I had scrubbed the dishes until my fingers were wrinkled and mopped the floors until they sparkled. Now, I turned my attention to the trash. I was just about to tie it up when something on the top of the garbage caught my eye...
Date: Mar 3rd
...My real name. It may have meant nothing, but given what had already happened, I started to panic a bit when I saw the copy of one of my articles in The Neopian Times on top of the garbage. Did they know? Were they just letting me go through the day as if they knew nothing, only to give the job to some other Neopet?
I quickly tied up the trash. "I'm just being paranoid," I whispered to myself as I picked the bag up and headed outside. I dropped the trash in the dumpster and sighed. "There's nothing to worry about."
I turned to go back inside when I was surprised to see a familiar young face. "Were you talking to yourself?" she asked, that cute smirk of hers on her face.
"Uh... Kayla, right? I sometimes do that to think things through," I responded, giving her the kindest smile I could.
"Hmm, that's odd," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"That I talk to myself? Oh, I'm sure every adult does that..."
"No. Just now, you seemed nervous," she said as that cute smirk returned. That smirk was beginning to make me as nervous as Sebastian's.
I was about to respond when, once again, I was interrupted by the door swinging open. "Kayla, what are you doing out here? You know where you're supposed to be."
Kayla scampered off once more and Sebastian settled his gaze on me. His usual smirk once again made me question how much they actually knew about me. "Good work again, Angel. Now, if you'll follow me, we can move on to your last task..."
Date: Mar 4th
"...looking after the art collection."
An excited gasp nearly escaped my lips, but I knew better than to show undue excitement. A housemaid wouldn't know anything about the anonymous tip I had received -- she would merely think it was another ordinary chore.
I thought I had controlled my reaction, but Sebastian gave me yet another knowing smirk as we walked into the hallway. I was incredibly sick of seeing that facial expression.
As a reporter, I had a huge vocabulary for describing emotion. Kayla and Sebastian could have grinned, sneered, beamed, leered, simpered, made a moue, scowled, or smiled wryly. All the others I had investigated in the past had certainly made use of other facial configurations. Yet, I was quite certain that their shared expressions could be described as nothing other than a "smirk."
I tried to focus on where Sebastian was leading me. It seemed too easy. Did they know?!? I gripped my feather duster to my chest anxiously and pondered the situation. I had expected to infiltrate the staff here over a manner of weeks, not hours. If Sebastian was really escorting me straight to my goal, either he was entirely clueless or he knew everything.
And what about Kayla? Surely the small Aisha knew something as well.
As if he had read my thoughts, Sebastian paused in front of the door and looked solemnly at me. "Angel, I'm sure I don't need to tell you to keep to yourself. The staff goes about their work quietly. If Kayla bothers you, let me know and I will speak to her."
I swallowed nervously and nodded. "Of course."
With a sharp nod, the older Aisha turned and swung open the door...
Date: Mar 4th
...It looked exactly like what my anonymous tipper had described to me -- an enormous room filled with long-lost paintings and sculptures; from the floor to the ceiling they could be seen. Each painting was protected by glass and a velvet rope surrounded them. The sculptures had their own spotlights and special podiums.
It was extremely difficult to conceal my astonishment. Right off the top of my head I could name three paintings in this room that most historians considered to have been destroyed during the Battle for Meridell.
Now, here I was, gazing upon them and I could not even express my true feelings about it.
Sebastian cleared his throat. "Angel, I do hope you can respect your position enough to know that you can't touch or even breathe close to these art pieces."
"Yes, yes... I'm sorry. It's just that these paintings look so pretty," I replied, trying to act like I didn't know anything about art.
"It's all right, Angel. Now, your only job here is to clean around the art... NOT the art itself," Sebastian said with a stern eye on me.
"I understand, Sebastian," I told him with a nod.
"Good. Take care now; I'll be back to check on you later," the tall Aisha said as he slowly closed the doors behind me.
I waved a friendly goodbye to him and, as soon as I didn't hear his footsteps any more, I got down to business...
Date: Mar 5th
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