I sit in my cubicle every day, staring at the same depressing computer with the same depressing numbers on it. All day long I read and translate code for the company I work for. I am 22 years old and thought my life would have led me to a more fulfilling role than being a nobody in one of the biggest companies in America. I work for Smith Banking which is the largest bank in the world and one of the most profitable companies in the United States. I spend all day long translating bank codes and building more secure ways to protect our customer’s money. It’s not a bad paying job. For being just out of college and making 65K a year, most would say I am doing very well. But my life feels dull and pointless almost. My tiny cubicle is surrounded by 200 more tiny cubicles with other people doing similar things if not the same as me. I thought that at this point in my life I would be travelling all over the world. Maybe work for a company in Tokyo or the UK. But instead, I sit in this horrible 25sq space of misery. I no longer live at home but you would think I did with the way my parents control my life. The only reason I have this job is because my dad knows Mr. Smith and talked him into giving me this job. My dad had helped Mr. Smith nearly a decade ago with some stock choices and since then they have been best buds. We had to do the get-togethers with their family which just consisted of Mr. Smith, his new wife, and his 7 year old daughter Lori. I was 12 at the time but even with the age difference we got along great. Lori was very mature for her age and always seemed to be in the mood for adventure. But as time went on, my parents decided to move to California and we stayed there until I started up college here in New York. It was the first time in 6 years I had been back home. And after 4 years of hard work, I had my bachelor’s degree and a one way ticket to a job I didn’t want to work for a man I had no respect for. Mr. Smith may be on the top ten richest men in the country, but he is an ignorant jackass that thinks too much of himself and has no moral compass. But seeing as how I was the son of his friend who helped him to become the wealthy douche that he is, I get “special” treatment. Usually it comes in the form of getting his dry cleaning and coffee. Thankfully though, he hasn’t called on me in nearly a week. I had, at one time, thought maybe he would fire me but that was just wishful thinking.
“I hate my life.” I say as I stare blankly into the computer screen in front of me. I knew I should be working on the codes in front of me but was finding it difficult to stay motivated. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, I hear an all too familiar voice behind me.
“Ethan my boy, how are you this very fine morning?” The words of Mr. Smith echoed in my ear like the worst song you could possibly imagine. I turned and faked a smile. “I’m doing well Mr. Smith. What can I do for you today?” Mr. Smith gave a big toothy grin. “It’s not what you can do for me today. But what you will do for me for the next two weeks. You remember my daughter Lori? Well she is flying into home today from that boarding school she went to and the wife and I wanted to get in one more vacation before we have to deal with a teenager. So I need you to go to my house and stay there and keep an eye on her. Keep here away from parties and the like. I know I can trust an employee of mine because anybody else doesn’t have to worry about their career if they messed up.” Mr. Smith said and burst into laughter as if he had heard a really great joke. I was able to force a chuckle and began to come up with an excuse to not be able to when Mr. Smith cut in again. “So I will see you at the house in 2 hours. That should give you enough time to get home and pack up. You won’t need to come into work for the time you are at my house and you can stay in the servant’s quarters in the attic. I am moving them into the pool house. “
Mr. Smith gave me no time to respond as he strode away knowing he had left me no time to react. The next 2 hours seemed to drag on. I had no desire to watch Lori. We had gotten along 10 years ago but she was a teenager now, and by my experience with them, they were bad news. Girls are hormonal and are worse in their teens. Nevertheless, I packed my clothes in my one room apartment and stepped outside to get a taxi when I noticed a limo with a man standing there holding up a sign with the name “Ethan” on it. I told him I was Ethan and the man opened the door for me while taking my bags and placing them in the trunk.
The drive to Mr. Smith’s home was a long one. He lived outside the city and liked it that way. His words were, “I don’t like all of the hustle and bustle, it’s nice to get away from it all.” After a good 45 minutes we finally pulled into a driveway that didn’t appear to belong to a house. But after another 10 minute drive we arrived at a mansion. The walls were made of stone and a giant fountain depicting two angels blowing trumpets shot water in all directions. I had only a minute to admire the work of the mansion which I knew had to be at least 100 years old before the door was opened and the limo driver stood there with my bags.
I stepped out and took the bags and began my decent up the stairs when I heard and saw the front door to the mansion opening. Mr. Smith came outside to greet me with his wife, which was a different woman from the one he had when we used to have family get-togethers. Servants were already taking their luggage out to the limo that had just brought me. Mr. Smith’s wife was a beautiful one, as they all were. She couldn’t be any older than 32 and had long brunette hair, incredible green eyes, full pouty lips, and a body to kill for. She stood next to Mr. Smith in a red silk dress with red heels that you could see your reflection in.
Mr. Smith greeted me with a handshake and told me that the servants would show me to my room. He pulled me in close, and with that same toothy grin, told me that if anything should happen to Lori, I would never been seen or heard from again. As my eyes widened, Mr. Smith took me by the shoulders and held me at arm’s length, “Lori will be here in about an hour or so. The servants will fill her in on everything and that you will be watching her. If you have any questions, asked Marta, she is the housekeeper. Have fun and stay out of trouble.”
I stood at the top of the stairs, still paralyzed from the threat I had just received. After the sound of the limo disappeared I felt I was finally able to breathe and slowly stepped forward inside. I was soon greeted by Marta. “Hello Mr. Ethan. Come with me and I will show you to your room.” “Just Ethan will be fine.” I interrupted. Marta smiled at me with a kindness I had only seen in my grandmother’s face, despite the fact that this woman was much younger than my grandmother, and appeared to be only in her mid-forties. “Ethan it is then.”
As we climbed the stairs, Marta explained to me where things were in the house, the pool was downstairs, down the hall, and the last door on the left as it was an indoor swimming pool. She told me where to find the kitchen but that if I should be hungry or thirsty at any time, the servants will get me whatever I want. At the top of the stairs we came to a dark brown door and as Marta opened it I was amazed to see what I would be living in. The servant’s quarters was a small house. It had to be near 2500 square feet and had plenty of rooms and its own kitchen. “You will be staying in whatever room you like except the last one on the right. That room is mine. But if you need anything and it’s not at night, you won’t find me there, I work all day. The best way to get a hold of me is by calling me. This home sits on 2000 acres and at any point in time I can be anywhere on it. So please call if you need anything.” Marta handed me a card with her information on it as well as the gatekeeper and the head of security.
Marta then turned and left me to get settled in. I took the room across from Marta’s as it was the only other room with its own bathroom and began to unpack. Once finished, I laid down on the bed and contemplated what I was in for. Surely Lori would be able to keep herself busy with all this place had to offer. I must have dozed off because I soon heard a knock on the door leading into the servants’ quarters and stood up. I walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the door and opened it. I was taken aback as the girl who stood in front of me had to be one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Her hair was a dirty blonde and went down to just past her shoulders, her eyes a dark and entrancing blue, breasts that threatened to push open the white button up shirt she wore, a green skirt that only covered the top half of her thighs and legs that seemed to go on for miles. My eyes finally came to the black clumpy shoes and knee high socks that had been folded over themselves to make them stand only 4 or so inches above the top of the shoes. The beautiful girl in front of me was the picture perfect creation of nearly every man’s fantasy of the schoolgirl look. My eyes turned upward as she spoke. “Ethan, is it really you?” I looked into her eyes and found no words. Her piercing blue eyes had me locked in a daze. I could barely muster a nod. Her cheeks lifted and her eyes squinted as she gave me a smile that made it seem like we were long time lovers and she hadn’t seen me in 100 years. The next thing I knew I was falling to the ground as she jumped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hug seemed to go on forever as we lay on the ground. She finally released her grip and sat up blushing. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make that awkward. But I have really missed you and when Marta told me you were here I couldn’t help myself. You remember me right?” Her eyes turned to a look of concern as if she realized it was possible someone didn’t remember her. “Lori” was the only word I could get to escape my lips. This of course brought back that big smile of hers. Lori stood to her feet and offered me a hand up.