Looking through your emails, one is from he school president sending condolences on your recent loss attached was the work you would be required to read so that you may continue in your education. There were emails from the security detail listing an expense account for the late dinner and shipping of the limo, weapons, provisions, closed circuit cameras for the grounds and about 30 motion detectors for the house perimeter. You were assured they would be installed by the current team. An additional email by the security was attached. It was a copy of an email sent to your mother. This was a first. In it stated that to maximize the effectiveness of the current force there would need to be a detail inside the house. A 2 man roving team this would be at night so Eva would have boots on he ground.
The reply from your mothers account was also forwarded to you. "You must be kidding. I will not have your men inside stealing stuff you can work the grounds or you can work for someone else. You will not have access to the house. Period. Any intruder on this property will terminate your contract. You will receive an negative review from me to your next employer."
The reply from the team was very professional. "Understood."
As you turned away from the mirror you could of swore your reflection was hesitant about your departure. You checked the reflections responses to your satisfaction that it was just a mistake. Or was it? You looked closer and the pale scar on your leg was gone. So were the ones on your forearms. The deeper ones on your torso and inner thighs were still there. How was this happening? Even all the little dots from the stitches were gone. The plastic surgeon was obviously a fraud. You knew they would heal, your skin was just too perfect for anything less. Heating that knife to ensure she didn't bleed to death while being cut on was clever but cause deep scars that the doctor said would need skin graphs and multiple surgeries. The thought of having some one getting paid to cut on you was insane.
You use the mansion intercom to call the kitchen and order dinner. To season and cook the food perfectly took 45 minutes. This time also included getting it to the dinning table. The chef who's name was Shawn was very adamant about his dishes not being fast food that one would eat in their bed. Getting to the correct dinning room was another ten minutes. You and Shawn had a quick discussion about this being the table for meals from now on. You didn't admit but this food was really good.
Returning to your room was easy enough. The halls were lined with various art pieces, sculptures and various china vases. There were also pictures and busts of previous family members. The thing that had you walk the hall more then once that night was the females all had one thing in common. They all wore the necklace you now have around your neck. After reassuring yourself that you were safe by stopping by a window overlooking the pool house and seeing the small special op satellite being installed on the roof you returned to your room and slept in that massive bed.
Awaking to the sound of knocking at the door. "Madam? Breakfast will be ready shorty. Would you like anything special? Madam, your mother sends her regards but she left to Paris for some shopping...."
The reply from your mothers account was also forwarded to you. "You must be kidding. I will not have your men inside stealing stuff you can work the grounds or you can work for someone else. You will not have access to the house. Period. Any intruder on this property will terminate your contract. You will receive an negative review from me to your next employer."
The reply from the team was very professional. "Understood."
As you turned away from the mirror you could of swore your reflection was hesitant about your departure. You checked the reflections responses to your satisfaction that it was just a mistake. Or was it? You looked closer and the pale scar on your leg was gone. So were the ones on your forearms. The deeper ones on your torso and inner thighs were still there. How was this happening? Even all the little dots from the stitches were gone. The plastic surgeon was obviously a fraud. You knew they would heal, your skin was just too perfect for anything less. Heating that knife to ensure she didn't bleed to death while being cut on was clever but cause deep scars that the doctor said would need skin graphs and multiple surgeries. The thought of having some one getting paid to cut on you was insane.
You use the mansion intercom to call the kitchen and order dinner. To season and cook the food perfectly took 45 minutes. This time also included getting it to the dinning table. The chef who's name was Shawn was very adamant about his dishes not being fast food that one would eat in their bed. Getting to the correct dinning room was another ten minutes. You and Shawn had a quick discussion about this being the table for meals from now on. You didn't admit but this food was really good.
Returning to your room was easy enough. The halls were lined with various art pieces, sculptures and various china vases. There were also pictures and busts of previous family members. The thing that had you walk the hall more then once that night was the females all had one thing in common. They all wore the necklace you now have around your neck. After reassuring yourself that you were safe by stopping by a window overlooking the pool house and seeing the small special op satellite being installed on the roof you returned to your room and slept in that massive bed.
Awaking to the sound of knocking at the door. "Madam? Breakfast will be ready shorty. Would you like anything special? Madam, your mother sends her regards but she left to Paris for some shopping...."