You know as they say knowledge is light and ignorance is darkness. Once you learn, all roads will be open before you. And, of course, I will do everything in my power to help you, Gloria reassured her daughter. Meanwhile, the girl was memorizing the rules from the school program. Tiffany was raised by her mother and grandmother. She never knew her father.
She was obedient and always helped around the house. Gloria worked hard to provide everything her daughter needed. She worked a lot and tried to spend all her rare weekends with her daughter.
But when Tiffany was in the 8th grade, she overheard a conversation between her mother and grandmother. I still can’t believe he’s such a scoundrel, Gloria said with a trembling voice. I trusted him, mom.
What am I going to do now? Well, it’s too late to cry now, dear, Ms. Lisa replied. Everything is in God’s hands. If it happened this way, it must be needed by someone.
The girl couldn’t understand. What were they talking about? Her mother always left sentences unfinished. And suddenly Gloria said, Will you take care of Tiffany for a few days? I might have to go to the hospital.
Have you lost your mind? Don’t even think about it. Ms. Lisa exclaimed. Is this some kind of joke? You should have thought about it in advance.
She’s not a little child. And now, don’t take this sin upon yourself. We’ll raise Tiffany.
We raised one, we’ll raise the other. Hearing this, Tiffany dropped her school bag. Her mother rushed in, asking what had happened.
What’s going on? How long have you been home, Tiffany, the woman inquired. Mommy. Are you going to have a baby? Tiffany ignored her mother’s question and asked.
No. Where did you get that idea from, the woman tried to justify herself. I just need to go away for a short work trip.
And during that time, you’ll stay with your grandmother. Don’t lie to me, mom, the daughter pleaded. I heard everything.
Grandma just said it out loud, we raised one, we’ll raise the other. The woman was flustered. She looked at her daughter and didn’t know what to say.
Ms. Lisa came to her rescue. Tiffany. You’re not a little girl anymore.
And of course, you understood everything correctly. It just happened that you’ll soon have a little brother or sister. Mom, no.
Gloria wanted her mother to stop. Tiffany, that’s not true. Grandma just misunderstood everything.
Unexpectedly, the girl smiled widely, approached her mother, and hugged her tightly. Mommy. This is my dream.
I’ve always wanted a little sister. You won’t believe it. But every night before sleep, I prayed for it, and now God has heard me.
Mom, please don’t go to the hospital. I will help you with everything, along with grandma. After hearing these words, Gloria burst into tears.
She hugged her daughter tightly, and Ms. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. It’s resolved. Thank you, Lord.
And soon, a rosy-cheeked girl named Pamela came into the world. Tiffany, as promised, helped her mother in every way. While she was in class, her grandmother looked after the little one.
Gloria had to return to work after just three months of maternity leave to avoid losing her job. S. father never showed any interest in his daughter, so just like with Tiffany, there was a dash in the birth certificate. Ms. Lisa adored her granddaughters.
She worried that the girls would follow in their mother’s footsteps. Often, while hugging the girls and stroking their hair, the grandmother would say, You are my little orphans. Tiffany couldn’t understand why her grandmother said that.
After all, orphans were those who had no one. But Ms. Lisa seemed convinced. By the end of Tiffany’s 11th grade, Ms. Lisa unexpectedly fell seriously ill.
Doctors couldn’t determine the exact diagnosis, so they treated her for everything at once, but her condition worsened with each passing day. The vibrant, energetic woman from not long ago was fading away before their eyes. On the day Tiffany received her high school diploma, her grandmother passed away.
Tiffany decided to find a job to help her mother, but Gloria insisted that she continue her education. Tiffany easily got into college. Now she had little time for her sister, but she still helped her mother as much as she could.
Pamela grew up as a smart, curious, and very active child. She was constantly following her older sister around, eagerly awaiting Tiffany’s return from school. Pamela could sit for hours next to Tiffany, observing her studying.
However, tragedy struck their family during Tiffany’s third year of college. Pamela was five and a half years old at the time. Gloria suddenly fell seriously ill.
As it often happens, she didn’t attach much importance to her discomfort, assuming it was just a common cold. She didn’t even take sick leave, deciding to continue working. But with each passing day, her condition worsened.
When she was rushed to the hospital with a temperature of nearly 40 degrees, it was already too late. The doctors did what they could, but she passed away within six months. After burying her mother, Tiffany was left alone with little Pamela in their two-room apartment on the outskirts of the city, which they inherited from their mother.
Representatives from the guardianship authorities visited them. After talking with the older sister and forming their own impression of Pamela’s future, they took her to an orphanage. Despite Tiffany’s objections and arguments, their response was the same.
You are a student and can’t provide decent support for the child. You can’t even feed yourself on a stipend. Get a job and you are welcome to us.
In the next few days, Tiffany tirelessly searched for a job. And luck smiled upon her. In a wealthy home, they urgently needed a housekeeper.
The pleasant 50-year-old owner was looking for an assistant, but she required recommendations. Learning Tiffany’s story, she took pity on the young woman and hired her on a trial basis. If your work satisfies me, I’ll pay you well and help you get your sister back, assured Ms. Jennifer.
Saying that Tiffany worked hard would be an understatement. Jennifer also fulfilled her promise to the girl, and when Tiffany saw her first paycheck, she was speechless. She had never held that much money in her hands before.
After another month, Pamela was returned to her. Tiffany was overjoyed, but life became more challenging. Every morning, Tiffany and Pamela rushed to the daycare.
Then she went to work in another part of the city and spent the whole day, like a squirrel in a wheel. After work, she hurried to the college, and in the evening, she went to the kindergarten to pick up her sister. And then they went home together.
Despite her young age, Pamela understood how tired her older sister was. At such moments, she would sit next to her, just like a grown-up, and say. You’re tired, Tiffany.
Wait a little. When I grow up, I’ll help you too. Just don’t leave me.
Tiffany would hug Pamela maternally, kiss her on the forehead, and say with a smile. My beloved. We’ll definitely manage everything.
Tiffany quickly found a common language with Ms. Jennifer. The woman liked her new assistant. She appreciated Tiffany’s honesty, integrity, and tidiness.
She would often send little surprises, for Pamela. I feel a bit awkward about this, the girl would blush in such moments. You’re too kind to me, Ms. Jennifer.
Nonsense, the hostess would reply. I’m glad I can bring joy to someone. Tiffany was grateful that fate brought her together with Ms. Jennifer.
The only thing that always puzzled her was why such a lovely woman was alone. It was a bit awkward to ask directly. And Ms. Jennifer didn’t rush to share anything about herself.
While cleaning, Tiffany noticed an album with photographs and couldn’t resist her curiosity. Flipping through the pages, she studied the pictures of a young Ms. Jennifer. In some, she was captured alone, in others, with friends.
But there was one photo where she stood with a very handsome young man. They were smiling, and it was evident that they were very happy at that time. Lost in the album, Tiffany didn’t hear the owner entering the room.
Noticing her belonging in the hands of the housekeeper, Ms. Jennifer spoke. It contains my whole life. All memories of the past, friends, colleagues.
And who is this person? Tiffany asked carefully, pointing to a picture with a young man. You look so happy in this picture. Ms. Jennifer took the photo carefully in her hands and looked at it for a long time.
Lost in her own thoughts and smiling, as if recalling the time when the photo was taken, she eventually said. You’re right. We were truly happy at that time.
This is Alex, my fiancé. We were both around 30 years old, if I remember correctly. Oh, my goodness.
How much in love we were with each other. Well, at least I was absolutely certain of my feelings back then. We made plans, discussed our wedding, and then everything suddenly came crashing down.
Ms. Jennifer fell silent. Tiffany noticed that these memories were difficult for her to share. Tiffany embraced the woman and patted her shoulder.
Jennifer looked at Tiffany and smiled, but her eyes still carried a sense of sadness. What happened to him? Is he alive? Tiffany tried to divert her from the overwhelming memories. Who? Ms. Jennifer was surprised.
Alex? Of course. He’s doing just fine, I hope. After a brief pause, she continued her story.
There was just one week left until the wedding when I found out that he had someone else. You’re kidding. Tiffany exclaimed.
Why plan a wedding if he wanted to be with someone else? The woman looked at her with a smile and replied. You’re too young, Tiffany, and you still don’t understand many things. You’re trusting, and people often take advantage of that.
By the time I turned 30, I had achieved a lot. I had my own business, which brought in decent income. I bought my apartment and wanted to purchase a house with a big plot of land.
Yet, I could afford to go on vacation a couple of times a year, and Alex loved that kind of life. It was the life he dreamed of, but he couldn’t achieve it himself. I understand, Tiffany struggled to contain her emotions.
He enjoyed vacationing with me, Jennifer continued. He would talk to me every day about our future plans. He could describe in detail the house we would live in, along with our three children.
Yes. Three children were exactly what he wanted me to have for him. I didn’t mind.
As he later confessed, everything was planned out. He wanted to put me on maternity leave for a long time and take full control of the business himself. The plan was simple.
Gradually, he would transfer all the money to his accounts and forget about me. His passion was ready to wait for him for years, just for a life of comfort. Nightmare.
Tiffany exclaimed. But how did you meet each other? It’s all quite cliché, actually. He came to work for me.
Excellent education, work experience. All of that worked in his favor. Alex quickly learned, absorbed information on the go, and everything he did turned out successful.
His perseverance, diligence, and ambition impressed me as an employer. Initially, I noticed him as an employee, and such people are very rare. With time, we became friends, and our relationship evolved into something more.
After a couple of years, he proposed to me, and since I only knew his best side, I didn’t hesitate. I had many men showing interest in me, but when I looked at them, I always thought, what’s missing in them? But with Alex, I considered him a flawless man, almost perfect. They say love is blind.
And what did you do when you found out about his infidelity? Did you break up? Tiffany asked. Of course, I kicked him out the same day, Ms. Jennifer replied. I can’t believe that no one else managed to catch your interest after Alex, Tiffany smiled.
No, it’s not about that. The thing is, after we broke up, I found out that I was pregnant, Ms. Jennifer admitted. Actually, no.
I found out about the pregnancy on the day we broke up. I was rushing home early, to surprise my beloved. A sort of surprise, you know? But the surprise awaited me in the form of his mistress.
Ms. Jennifer told the story with so much emotion that it felt like she was still shocked by her ex-fiancé’s audacity. It’s a typical story, like thousands of others. When you listen to it from the outside, you think it couldn’t possibly happen to you.
You believe you’d see through the scoundrel, the woman sadly smiled. But in the end, I was deceived like a naive 15-year-old girl. And the child? Tiffany asked.
What happened to him? Of course. On time, a beautiful boy was born, whom I named Michael, Jennifer replied. And where is he now? He’s studying.
More precisely, he’s doing an internship in America. By the way, he’s supposed to come home soon. Ms. Jennifer, you’re amazing! Tiffany exclaimed with admiration.
You’re so strong! You started your own business and raised your son on your own. The education you provided for him is incredible. He’s my motivation, Jennifer nodded in confirmation of Tiffany’s words.
You know, I’ve always felt guilty in front of him for growing up without a father. So, I tried to compensate for that fact. If it was clothes or shoes, it had to be designer brands.
If it was a vacation, it had to be abroad. His education had to be European. I work day and night, just so my boy wouldn’t lack anything.
He must really love you. After all, you’ve done so much for him, Tiffany remarked. But Tiffany never got an answer to her question.
Ms. Jennifer immediately changed the topic, suddenly remembering her upcoming meetings with business partners. And the housekeeper returned to her duties. Several months had passed since Tiffany got employed by Ms. Jennifer, and she was surprised that despite the friendliness and warmth of her host, she had never mentioned her son again.
One day, as Tiffany entered the house, she found Ms. Jennifer in high spirits. She seemed elated. Are you celebrating something, Ms. Jennifer? Tiffany inquired.
Your eyes are shining with joy. It must be something special. Michael is coming in a week, the woman happily announced.
My Michael! During the weekends, Tiffany worked tirelessly with her sister at Ms. Jennifer’s house. The hostess asked them to clean the rooms multiple times, especially the one where Michael would be staying. By the evening, Tiffany was exhausted.
Please, have mercy, Ms. Jennifer. All the rooms are sparkling clean. Maybe we can stop washing them? Tiffany pleaded, inspecting each corner.
You did a great job, girl. Everything is immaculate, Ms. Jennifer smiled, nodding in approval. Michael just can’t stand dust in the house.
That’s how he is. As Tiffany and Pamela were about to leave and head home, Ms. Jennifer told her. You have a day off to Faneuro.
You don’t need to come. I want to spend some time with Michael alone. It’s been so long since I saw him.
There’s so much I want to tell him. Upon hearing about her day off, Tiffany tried to contain her excitement. The next day, after finishing her studies, she hurried to the daycare to pick up Pamela early.
It was raining coldly since the morning, and the rain had stopped after lunch. However, the wind was so strong and chilly that it cut through the bones. Tiffany stood at the bus stop, waiting, when her attention was drawn to a luxurious car on the opposite side.
A young man stepped out of the car and nonchalantly headed into a flower shop. Moments later, he emerged with a magnificent bouquet of flowers. Lucky someone, Tiffany thought to herself.
I’ve never even been given a single flower. I wonder if it’s for his wife. She couldn’t quite grasp what exactly attracted her to this guy.’
But she noticed his confidence, which exuded from his walk, his posture, his appearance, something that drew her gaze. While she was contemplating, the young man returned to his car and, with a screech, drove away. She looked after the car with a sense of regret, but was taken aback when she noticed it turning around and coming back her way.
Driving by at a decent speed, it splashed her with dirty water from a puddle. The car disappeared, leaving Tiffany feeling hurt and disappointed. She tried to tidy herself up as best as she could.
The pleasant impression she had when she first saw the guy vanished at that moment. The next day, Tiffany came to work, and Ms. Jennifer seemed unhurried, which was quite unlike her. This surprised Tiffany.
The woman was leisurely sipping aromatic coffee, sitting on the couch in the living room. Greeting her hostess, Tiffany asked. Good morning, Ms. Jennifer.
Why are you alone? Where is your son? He’s sleeping. Don’t clean the second floor today. Just dust the first floor and wash the dishes left from yesterday’s dinner.
And basically, you’re free for the day, Ms. Jennifer replied with a nod. Tiffany agreed and headed to the kitchen. But as she passed through the dining room, she saw the same bouquet on the table that she had seen when she was washing the dishes.
Ms. Jennifer’s son had woken up and come downstairs. Turning off the tap, Tiffany unintentionally overheard part of their conversation with his mother. I don’t need advice, mom.
I’ll live my life the way I decide, the young man said in a not very pleasant tone, coming across as somewhat rude to Tiffany. To her, he seemed somewhat impolite. I am your mother, and I believe I can share my point of view with you, Ms. Jennifer sternly retorted.
Believe what you want, but you shouldn’t do that, he snapped back and headed towards the kitchen. Seeing Tiffany, he stopped abruptly at the doorway. Tiffany was now convinced that he was the same rude guy from yesterday with the bouquet.
And who are you, he asked, his tone unfriendly. I’m Tiffany, she replied modestly. I’m your mother’s assistant.
I see, he said, and she thought she detected a tone of disdain in his voice. Opening the fridge and glancing at its contents, he asked. Can you make an omelet? Well, of course.
But I’m not. She was about to say that cooking wasn’t part of her duties, but he didn’t let her finish. Great.
Whip one up quickly, he said, I’m short on time. It wasn’t Tiffany’s plan to ruin her relationship with her hostess’s son on the first day. So, she silently took eggs and milk from the fridge.
She often cooked omelets for Pamela and herself, and they turned out quite good, even restaurant quality. It’s delicious. Michael praised, enjoying his breakfast.
I’m pleasantly surprised. Thank you. Tiffany replied.
Tiffany couldn’t deny that his praise flattered her. When Miss Jennifer entered the dining room, Tiffany was already composed. I guess I don’t need to introduce you to each other, she smiled.
Thank you, Tiffany, for feeding Michael. Once you finish with the dusting in the living room, you’re free for the day. After work, Tiffany decided to take a walk to the institute.
She reflected on what might have been wrong in the relationship between the mother and son. Something didn’t add up. She couldn’t put her finger on it, though.
True, she had to admit that the guy was handsome, but there was something in his behavior and way of speaking that repelled her. He seemed attentive, buying his mother a bouquet upon his arrival. Yet, there was that rude tone during their morning conversation.
Tiffany vividly remembered how Miss Jennifer had been looking forward to his arrival, how she had prepared for it. But now, they acted like two complete strangers. There was no love felt between them, and this question kept bothering Tiffany.
What had come between them? After all, they were supposed to be the closest people to each other. Need a ride? A familiar voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. Tiffany startled.
She turned her head and saw Michael sitting behind the wheel of the same car, sporting an imperturbable smile. Tiffany quickly noted to herself that she had seen such a dazzling smile only in Hollywood movies. While she was contemplating her response, the young man asked again.
So, do you need a ride? Are you going far? No, thank you. I’m almost there. It’s not necessary, she replied.
Well, suit yourself, he shrugged, accelerated, and promptly disappeared around the corner. Tiffany continued working as a housekeeper, and each morning she noticed that Michael was still asleep during that time. One day, Miss Jennifer shared with her that Michael came home every night just before dawn, and she was very worried that he might get involved in some shady business.
In general, Tiffany noticed that after Michael’s return, Miss Jennifer became more silent, withdrawn, constantly lost in thought. She couldn’t figure out the reasons behind such changes in her behavior. If she had eagerly awaited his return, she should have been fluttering, laughing, and enjoying life.
Instead, it was the exact opposite. But Tiffany had no intention of prying into her hostess’s affairs. She decided that if Miss Jennifer wanted to share, she would start the conversation herself.
Every day, she silently took care of all the household chores and then went to the institute. One day, she arrived at work, but Miss Jennifer was not at home. After finishing the cleaning, Tiffany got ready to leave, but she was stopped by Michael.
Where are you going?, he inquired. Home. Tidy up my room, if it’s not too much trouble.
As she was cleaning on the second floor, Michael closely watched her, making Tiffany feel uncomfortable. Am I doing something wrong?, she clarified. No, everything is simply splendid.
I enjoy observing people at work, he replied. Have you ever tried working yourself? Tiffany asked. Michael grimaced and answered.
How audacious. And let me remind you, you are just a housekeeper. It seems like you have quite an unusual demeanor.
As I noticed. It seems like you haven’t completed an etiquette school either, Tiffany didn’t back down. With your permission, I’ll finish the cleaning and go home.
Permission granted. You have to work for your money, he arrogantly declared before leaving the room. After finishing the cleaning, she descended to the living room and saw Michael sprawled on the couch.
When he noticed her, he immediately got up. You cleaned everything so quickly? I hope thoroughly, he said. Well, check it if you like.
If you’re not satisfied, I’ll redo it, she retorted with a smirk. Smirking, he went upstairs and called out a couple of minutes later. Fine.
It’ll do for the first time. Perfect, she replied and headed toward the exit. But there’s one thing I don’t understand.
Why did mom take you in, he called after her. You’re always in such a hurry. For instance, if I need you in the evening, how will that work? I perfectly suit your mom, the girl remained composed.
And perhaps you should hire your own assistant? You talk too much, for a servant. His voice showed clear irritation. Well, then, when you look for an assistant, consider someone deaf and mute.
That way, she won’t hear your rudeness and won’t be able to respond in kind, Tiffany fired back before leaving the house. This encounter deeply offended Michael, and he spent the whole evening in a bad mood. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a way, especially a housekeeper.
Who does she think she is? A clumsy, miserable girl. He couldn’t shake off the thoughts of her audacity and bravery. But before going to bed, he caught himself thinking that not everyone possesses such courage.
She is quite something. Didn’t back down, he admitted. The next day, when Tiffany arrived for work, she found Michael already awake and rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.
Ms. Jennifer, sipping her coffee, was giving advice to her son on what to eat and what to avoid for breakfast. Maybe she could make something for me? Michael nodded in Tiffany’s direction. The young woman looked puzzled at the young man and then turned her gaze to her employer.
Capturing the full bewilderment in her look, Ms. Jennifer said. Tiffany dear, please be so kind and prepare something for my son. I’ll adjust your salary at the end of the month.
Tiffany silently tied an apron and started cooking. Meanwhile, Ms. Jennifer said her goodbyes and left for work. After making delicious pancakes for Michael, Tiffany proceeded with her cleaning duties.
While she was dusting the office, she felt someone’s gaze on her back. Turning around, she met Michael’s eyes, who was intently observing her every move. Do you need something? she asked.
Yes. I wanted to say thank you for the delicious breakfast, he replied. I’m glad you liked it, she replied.
Tiffany wanted to get back to work, but Michael didn’t move. Is that all? she inquired. No.
I was thinking that you make breakfast for me, so I’d like to treat you to lunch in return, he said. That’s unnecessary. I have lunch at the institute after work, she replied.
Of course. But where do you get the money to eat at a restaurant? Just so you understand, if you didn’t get it, I’m inviting you, which means I’m paying. Come, let’s have a proper meal, he insisted.
It’s remarkable. Tiffany nervously chuckled. It’s supposed to be an act of gratitude, and you’re still being offensive.
I don’t need your restaurant. I trust the institute canteen much more. Oh well, don’t take it to heart, Michael tried to play it down.
I just can’t understand why you’re so stubborn. Is it really that difficult to accept my invitation? It seems you’re not used to refusals, she retorted. Others would be over the moon to be invited by you.
If I offer to spend time together. Well, then, invite them, Tiffany countered. I’m content with my interactions within this house.
And yes, I know my place. A servant is a servant, no matter where. I think I should have lunch with those who match my status.
Fine. Do you have dinner at the institute too, he persisted. We can go to a cafe or the canteen.
I’m not that picky, he said with a smirk. I haven’t tried their food, though I meant the canteen. But maybe I’ll start going there after our lunch.
I doubt it, Tiffany replied. Everyone should have their meals where they’re used to. You can enjoy a restaurant, and I’m happy with home-cooked cutlets and pasta.
Understood, Michael said grumpily. But if you change your mind, let me know. Working at Ms. Jennifer House was becoming increasingly difficult for Tiffany on a moral level.
It seemed to her that Michael was constantly following her every move, monitoring her every step. She didn’t want to complain, it wasn’t her habit to do so. Besides, Ms. Jennifer would be even more upset if she found out.
But Michael was trying his best, constantly criticizing her work, giving her additional responsibilities, and constantly inviting her on dates. Tiffany couldn’t figure out what he was trying to achieve, whether he was mocking her or trying to draw her attention to himself. Regardless, she felt uncomfortable in his presence, and avoiding him was impossible.
Rushing again, he intercepted her at the doorstep when Tiffany was about to leave for home. Why isn’t my room cleaned?, he asked. Well, you were asleep.
I decided not to disturb you, she replied. I really need to get to the institute. I can come and tidy up after my classes to Fanuro.
Well, please do, he said sarcastically. The next day, after her classes at the institute, she went to work. Ms. Jennifer was not at home, but Michael greeted her with joy.
I had almost lost hope. Thought you had forgotten about me, he said, teasingly. Ignoring his remarks, she quickly changed and went upstairs.
Upon entering his room, she was astonished. It was perfectly clean. Everything sparkled, and things were in their places.
Tiffany turned to him and asked. Who cleaned up everything? Was it you? From your perspective, do you think I’m incapable of doing that?, he replied, answering her question with a question. No.
That’s not what I meant, noted Tiffany. Then why did you invite me? Well, I just couldn’t think of another reason to invite you for dinner, explained Michael. Dinner? Tiffany asked, not hiding her disappointment.
My child is waiting for me at the daycare. I don’t have time to have dinner with you. While the stunt guy was processing what he heard, Tiffany quickly went downstairs, changed her clothes, and headed for the exit.
But he caught up with her at the doorstep. Why are you being so difficult? If you have a child, I thought. He started to say.
With these words, he abruptly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Tiffany didn’t even have time to understand what was happening when Michael forcefully pushed her against the wall, and began showering her with kisses. She resisted with all her might, but it was futile.
With one hand, he held her hands, while the other tried to go under her skirt. Let go, she demanded. I’ll tell everything to Miss Jennifer.
I’ll just say that you were the one making advances towards me, Michael replied mockingly. I think she’ll believe her son more than some maid. Let go of me, I said, she screamed, trying to break free.
Aren’t there plenty of other girls around? Why me? But her resistance only seemed to further excite the young man. His kisses became more demanding, and his hands roamed all over her body. With one swift motion, he pushed her onto the couch and began unbuttoning her blouse.
They’re not interesting, you know? Too easy to get, he confessed in a fit of passion. But you’re different. Yes, now let me go.
Tiffany pleaded. I don’t want this. But suddenly, she heard her mother’s stern voice from behind.
Startled, the young man jumped away as if scalded. What’s going on here? Miss Jennifer asked sternly. Michael, nervously smoothing his disheveled hair, stammered.
I… I didn’t hear you come in. I can see that, Miss Jennifer retorted. I’ll ask again.
What are you doing here? Tiffany slowly got up from the couch, burning with shame. She couldn’t look her employer in the eyes and kept avoiding her gaze, trying to tidy her clothes. Forgive me, Miss Jennifer, the girl mumbled barely audibly, attempting to explain the situation, but Michael interrupted her.
Mom, we’re adults, and we don’t have to explain anything to anyone, he said. Yes, you’re right. But in such situations, there should be mutual consent, as far as I know.
And in Tiffany’s behavior, I didn’t notice that consent, Miss Jennifer stated firmly. Well, maybe you weren’t looking closely enough, the guy retorted. No, you’re right, Miss Jennifer, Tiffany interjected.
And, of course, I apologize, but I won’t be able to continue working in your house. You hired me as a housekeeper, not to gratify your son. You don’t need to apologize, Tiffany, the homeowner said.
It’s me who should apologize to you. Go home, and we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Tiffany grabbed her bag and swiftly left the house.
She tried to erase these nightmarish events from her memory, but the lingering scent of Michael’s expensive cologne continued to haunt her. Only after taking a shower and throwing her clothes into the wash, she managed to rid herself of that persistent smell. The next morning, Miss Jennifer herself called Tiffany and asked her to come over.
Michael isn’t here, she warned. We can talk calmly. Half an hour later, Tiffany was sitting in front of Miss Jennifer at her home.
Are you angry with Michael? The woman asked. You know, I don’t know who put such ideas into his head. But my son believes that everything can be bought and sold.
I suppose I’m partly to blame as well. As a mother, my only wish was to give him the best of everything. So, I worked 24-7.
No one paid special attention to Michael, of course, he had a nanny when he was a child. But as he grew into his teenage years, things became more complicated. He started befriending the wrong crowd.
And his first love was a girl who had been on the police’s watch list for a long time. Understandably, Michael used to be an excellent student until the fifth grade, and I was so proud of him. But then, everything changed.
He started running away from home, being rebellious, skipping school, and all my attempts to reason with him were futile. He didn’t want to listen to me. That’s when I decided to take a desperate step.
We moved to the other side of the city. I believed that once he got rid of the bad influence of his friends, everything would return to how it was before. How wrong I was.
He resented me. Blamed me for everything. He suffered greatly over that girl.
We lived like a ticking time bomb for several years. But with time, our relationship somewhat improved, and Michael got his act together. He finished school without failing any subjects, got into college on his first try, and everything seemed fine.
But our relationship remained strained. He sees me as an always busy mom, who puts her business before everything else, and I am the one who took away his father and his beloved girlfriend. But so much time has passed since then.
Tiffany exclaimed. He has grown up. Can’t he understand that you only wanted the best for him? Yes, his body has grown, but his soul is still that of a spoiled, resentful little boy, Ms. Jennifer said.
The kind who seeks revenge on the world at the first opportunity. You said he had an internship abroad? Tiffany asked. Yes, Michael graduated from college with honors, and, of course, not without my help.
He was offered an internship abroad. He agreed, but he still doesn’t know that I had a hand in arranging it. Once again, I believed that our time apart would bring us closer in the end.
And again, I was wrong. Yesterday, for example, I caught you both. Ms. Jennifer, it’s not my fault.
I was already leaving, and he caught me in the hallway, Tiffany tried to justify herself. I believe you, my dear. Don’t worry, Ms. Jennifer comforted her.
I was hoping he was interested in you, and maybe something could work out between you two. But I see that I was mistaken once again. To be honest, Tiffany added, I don’t think we are a good match.
We have completely different views on life and people. Maybe you are right, Ms. Jennifer agreed. But despite all that, I’m asking you to stay.
Don’t leave my house. I won’t find another assistant as kind, responsible, and honest as you. People like you are rare.
After a brief pause, Tiffany still shook her head negatively. I’m sorry, Ms. Jennifer, but I can’t. Seeing your son is beyond my abilities, Tiffany said.
I was prepared for such an answer, Ms. Jennifer said with a sad smile as she took an envelope with money from a drawer and handed it to Tiffany. This is what you earned. I thank you for your help, and I’ll be waiting for you to come back.
If you change your mind, the doors of my house are always open for you. Tiffany bid her farewell and left the house, thinking it would be forever. She knew that finding a new job, especially one that allowed her to continue her studies, would be difficult.
During her time working for Ms. Jennifer, she managed to save a small amount of money, not much, but enough to get by for a while. Additionally, she received government assistance. The only thing she was afraid of was the child protective services.
If they found out she was unemployed again, they might quickly take Pamela away to an orphanage. Will they take me away again, Tiffany? Pamela worried when they were sitting on a bench in the courtyard. No, they won’t.
I won’t allow it. I’m looking for a job, and Ms. Jennifer promised to help if needed, Tiffany reassured her. It’s a pity that you won’t work for Aunt Ms. Jennifer anymore, the little girl’s side, sadly.
Aunt Ms. Jennifer is nice. She used to treat me with delicious candies. Maybe we can visit her? The hope in Pamela’s eyes was so touching that Tiffany couldn’t refuse.
Sure, we’ll go visit her, but not today. Let’s do it some other time, Tiffany said. Why not today? A male voice sounded behind them.
When the girls turned around, they saw Michael standing there with a huge bouquet of roses in his hands. Inside, Tiffany felt as if she was shrinking. She had been doing her best to erase memories of that terrible incident from her mind.
And seeing him here in her own courtyard was not part of her plan. Who is this? Pamela asked curiously. In the meantime, Michael crouched down in front of little Pamela, quickly circling the bench.
Extending his hand, he said. Let’s get acquainted. I’m Uncle Michael.
And what’s your name? Pamela, the little girl answered promptly, glancing questioningly at the bouquet. And who are these flowers for? These are for your mom, the young man smiled and handed the flowers to Tiffany. But my mom has passed away, and Tiffany is my sister, the child explained.
Hearing Pamela’s words, the young man felt embarrassed. I’m sorry, he turned to Tiffany. I just thought.
What do you want here? Tiffany asked with a dry tone, making it clear that she wasn’t happy to see him. Well, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior, which was despicable. I honestly don’t know what got into me at that time.
Please forgive me, and accept these flowers, as a gesture of reconciliation, Michael said. Consider yourself forgiven. But I don’t need your flowers, Tiffany replied, getting ready to go home.
Tiffany, come on. Even if you don’t want the flowers, please come back to work at our house, Michael pleaded. That’s out of the question, Tiffany replied firmly.
I promise to behave properly around you. I won’t lay a finger on you, he insisted. I’m afraid you have no idea what decency really means, Tiffany retorted.
Yes, people make mistakes, and I’m no exception, Michael tried to justify himself. Everyone deserves forgiveness. As I recall, I said you were forgiven, Tiffany reminded him, but that doesn’t mean I’ll come back to work for you.
I don’t understand your persistence. I don’t think it would be that hard to find a replacement for me. There’s a chance they might agree to your terms, she replied.
Michael struggled to contain himself, trying not to turn and leave. Convincing someone was the last thing he liked doing in life. To be honest, I don’t care, he said.
Whoever works for us is not my concern, but my mother wants to see you specifically. I can’t listen to her complaints anymore. Because my Tiffany is the best in the world, Pamela spoke up, defending her sister.
Michael smiled, glancing at the little girl, then turned back to his mother’s former assistant. Well, think about my offer, he said. By the way, we are ready to increase your salary.
Then he placed the flowers on the bench and quickly walked to his car. Within minutes, his vehicle disappeared from view, while Tiffany and Pamela continued to watch him go. I didn’t like him very much.
Pamela said. You won’t work there anymore, because of him? That’s right, Tiffany nodded. And honestly, I didn’t like him much either.
From that moment on, the sisters didn’t discuss the matter further. However, Michael decided not to give up and a few days later, he stood outside Tiffany’s institute, waiting for her. Are you following me, she asked, her irritation evident in her voice.
I came to find out what you decided about working for us, Michael said. No, replied Tiffany. Sad.
Mom is going through a tough time now, he said, pausing as if waiting for her reaction but continuing when he didn’t get one. I just wanted to tell you that if you come back, it will be easier for her to get back on her feet. What do you mean? Tiffany didn’t understand.
Didn’t I tell you before? Mom tripped and fell while coming down the stairs, and she ended up with a broken leg. Now she’s stuck at home and lectures me all day, starting from morning until night. The topic is, what a terrible person I am, Michael explained.
Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? Tiffany got anxious. Do you have a car? I do, Michael smirked. And will you ride with me? Or are you still afraid? Well, if you allow it, Tiffany clarified and followed him.
Michael started the car and accelerated sharply. The car took off like a rocket, leaving Tiffany breathless from such a start. Don’t worry.
I’ll get you there safe and sound, he assured her. I want to believe that, Tiffany replied. Half an hour later, the car came to a halt in front of Ms. Jennifer’s house.
Michael opened the doors and shouted at the top of his lungs. Mom, look who I brought. Tiffany appeared in the doorway.
She immediately noticed her former employer sitting on the couch with her leg in a cast. Ms. Jennifer was overjoyed to see the young woman. What a surprise, she exclaimed.
A very pleasant surprise. I knew you’d change your mind and come back. Come in.
Why are you standing on the threshold as if you’re a stranger? Ms. Jennifer was genuinely happy to see Tiffany again. She was so excited that she didn’t know where to seat her guest or what to offer her. Well, let them talk, Michael said, going back upstairs.
Let me know when you’re ready to go home, and I’ll drive you, he told Tiffany. No need, Tiffany immediately declined. I know the way home perfectly.
Well, suit yourself, he replied. Ms. Jennifer and Tiffany had tea and chatted like old good friends. Ms. Jennifer inquired about Tiffany’s studies and future plans.
She asked about Pamela and recalled the incident when she tripped on the stairs a week ago. But most of all, she talked about Michael. I think Michael has grown up suddenly, she remarked.
You know how much he has changed? He’s not rude anymore. He has become more composed and patient. He does everything for me.
And you know what’s interesting? He’s working now. But it was about time for him to grow up. Tiffany agreed.
Yes, you are right, Ms. Jennifer admitted. But you know what I’m absolutely sure about? It’s all thanks to you. Why did you decide that? Tiffany asked, surprised.
I think you’re mistaken. After all, I haven’t been in your house for almost six months. That’s exactly when you left.
He started behaving completely differently since then. I think he’s in love with you, Ms. Jennifer replied. Ms. Jennifer.
You’re exaggerating. In your son’s eyes, I’m just a maid. People like him don’t like to associate with us.
But to be completely honest, I don’t really like him either, Tiffany confessed. You watch him closely, Ms. Jennifer smiled. Deep down, maybe very deep down, he’s not so bad.
You know, he was such a wonderful child. If only he hadn’t gotten involved with those riffraff. Ms. Jennifer, excuse me for interrupting, Tiffany interjected.
You’re just like any other mother. You love your son madly and, accordingly, try to see only the good in him. But Michael is no longer a boy, and he should understand that he’s responsible for his actions.
I completely agree with you, Tiffany. Completely agree. Ms. Jennifer said.
But everyone makes mistakes. Let him show himself. I can see how he looks at you.
You are different from his girlfriends. They are materialistic, painted, and capricious dolls who are used to only having fun and doing nothing. But you are different.
You remind me of myself when I was young. Maybe that’s why I liked you so much. I’m flattered to hear that from you, Tiffany smiled.
But there’s no need to match us. We’re not a couple. I don’t think both of us want that.
Suddenly, Michael entered the living room. Glancing at the clock, he asked Tiffany. Aren’t you going to be late, for Pamela? Tiffany jumped up as if stung.
Oh, dear. I got carried away talking to you, she admitted. Ms. Jennifer, please get well soon.
And if you don’t mind, I’ll visit you again. Or maybe you’ll work for me again? Ms. Jennifer asked. Even temporarily, until I recover.
Tiffany was taken aback. She hadn’t planned on seeing Michael every day, but she couldn’t leave Ms. Jennifer in such a state. She couldn’t refuse.
All right. Tomorrow, I’m ready to work again, she assured Ms. Jennifer and headed towards the exit. Let me give you a ride, Michael offered.
We’re going the same way. I promise not to pester you. Just a ride, that’s all, he smiled.
Don’t be stubborn, Tiffany. Ms. Jennifer chimed in. You won’t make it on the bus.
The daycare will close by the time you get there. Well, okay, Tiffany sighed. I’ll go with you.
During the drive, Tiffany and Michael remained silent. When they parked near the daycare, he suddenly asked her. I don’t understand one thing.
Why are you doing all this alone? It must be hard. You’re barely making ends meet and now you have to take care of your sister too. And what should I have done, in your opinion? Tiffany asked.
Well, I don’t know. There are different options. Orphanage.
Boarding school. He started listing them. Counting on his fingers.
For some reason, I’m sure that if you were in my place, you would do the same, she replied. But I love Pamela very much. I don’t think you can understand that.
Tiffany was about to leave the car, but he grabbed her hand. Why do you always portray me as a monster? If I remember correctly, I apologized for that behavior. I just meant that it’s difficult to raise a child alone.
Especially at your age, he said. Yes. Tiffany agreed.
I’m young. But what does that change? Pamela is my sister. Who else can she rely on? I’ll never abandon her.
Well, that’s good to know, he said with a smirk. You’re killing your youth for her, and when she grows up, she might say that she never asked you to do it. Don’t judge people by yourself.
Tiffany retorted. I’m doing this not because I expect some gratitude for the rest of my life. I just don’t know any other way.
I repeat, you won’t understand. She left the car and headed to the daycare. Michael watched her until she turned the corner.
Tiffany’s words bothered him. He didn’t consider himself ungrateful or insensitive. But there was some truth in what she said.
Squeezing the gas pedal, he sped away and quickly disappeared. The words of Tiffany occupied his mind for the rest of the evening. He analyzed his life, which until now, he had considered normal.
Michael considered himself far from foolish. He was an educated, well-mannered person, popular with women. His friends always respected his opinion and sought his advice.
Michael was used to being admired and respected. And now, there was this maid who knew nothing about him, constantly putting him in his place. On one hand, he found her attractive.
On the other hand, she irritated him by constantly expressing her opinions about him. Sometimes Michael felt like she was taking too much upon herself. As he arrived home, he noticed that his mother was still sitting in the same place.
Mom, can I help you with something?, he asked. Ms. Jennifer, startled from the surprise. Thank you, there’s no need, she said, and then added, you called me mom for the first time in a long time.
I’ve gotten so used to hearing a maman or a mother from you. Is something wrong? No, there’s nothing wrong, Michael shrugged. I just thought about things and realized that you’re the only family I have in this world.
Ms. Jennifer’s eyes filled with tears, but Michael pretended not to notice and left for his room. The next day, as promised to Ms. Jennifer, Tiffany came to her house. Michael wasn’t home, but his mother couldn’t stop talking about him.
I still believe that you have a very positive influence on Michael. He’s completely different now, the house owner shared with her assistant. Ms. Jennifer, you’re exaggerating again, the girl replied.
I don’t think it’s my merit. People change, and your son is no exception. Most likely, he finally realized that you’re the most important person to him.
After finishing her work and bidding farewell to the house owner, Tiffany headed to the institute. When the classes were over, she was in for a surprise. As she reached the bus stop, Michael stopped beside her in his car.
He got out of the car with a small but beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hello. How are you, he said, offering the bouquet to Tiffany.
Tiffany was taken aback. She still didn’t fully trust him. She believed that if someone changed so dramatically in such a short time, it might not bode well.
You didn’t have to, she said, looking at the flowers. Why did you come? Well, first of all, the bouquet is a sign of gratitude for my mother. I’m glad that you’re helping her to recover.
And secondly, I wanted to do something nice for you too. There’s no need for gratitude. I’m doing this not for any reward, but sincerely from the heart.
Do you understand? And the flowers would be better given to your mother, she replied. And maybe you’ll stop lecturing me? Michael looked at her reproachfully. Sure.
And you promised not to stalk me with flowers at the institute, she retorted. I don’t need more gossip among my classmates. What’s wrong with a girl being met by her boyfriend, he asked.
You’re not my boyfriend. Tiffany reminded him. Well, fine.
I promise not to put you in an awkward position anymore. But that’s on the condition that you accept the bouquet, he said. Tiffany sighed and took the flowers.
Let me give you a ride to the daycare, he offered. No need. I’ll take the bus.
It’s safer, she replied. I assure you I’ll drive extremely carefully and slowly. I’ll make sure you arrive safely, he insisted.
All right then, Tiffany gave in. But this is the last time. She walked towards Michael’s car.
To her surprise, he was overly gallant and attentive. He opened the car door for her and helped her in. For a moment, she felt like a completely different person was sitting beside her.
Just a while ago, he was an arrogant and snobbish person, and now, as if by magic, he had transformed into a well-mannered, intelligent, and pleasant man. It was unsettling, and something about it frightened her. What are you thinking about? Michael asked, noticing that his passenger was gazing out the window absentmindedly.
Oh, I’m just thinking about how a person can change so much in such a short time. What can influence them so significantly? Tiffany replied. Are you talking about me, he inquired.
Yes, I’m sure you’re up to something, and it makes me wary, she answered. What if you’re mistaken? I used to behave unnaturally because I was used to it, he admitted. Women like confident, persistent, goal-oriented men.
Don’t mix things up. Confident, but not arrogant, Tiffany corrected him. Persistent, but not pushy.
Goal-oriented, but not imposing. So, in your opinion, I’m a pushy, arrogant guy? Michael concluded. Exactly.
Her response troubled Michael. He couldn’t get used to her honesty and straightforwardness, but at the same time, it fascinated him. No woman had ever stirred his consciousness like she did.
Her behavior triggered mixed emotions in him. On one hand, he was drawn to her like a magnet, and on the other hand, he wanted to punish her for being unapproachable and non-compliant. We’ve arrived, he announced, stopping the car near the daycare.
I’ll wait for you here. No need. It’s just a stone’s throw away from our house.
We’ll take a walk with Pamela, she said. Not to seem pushy, and keeping our conversation in mind, he warned, could I still keep you company? Tiffany shrugged and headed towards the daycare. Her sister ran towards her.
Upon noticing Michael behind her, she whispered into Tiffany’s ear. What is he doing here? We accidentally met, Tiffany explained in a hushed tone, and he offered to give me a ride. And he also gave you flowers by accident, her sister asked.
I still don’t like him, even with the flowers, Pamela added. Seeing her sister to the entrance, Michael suddenly suggested. How about we go to the park together on the weekend? Or visit the zoo? No.
Pamela firmly replied. We have other plans. Tiffany was used to her younger sister being advanced for her age.
But Pamela’s response took Michael aback. However, she quickly collected her thoughts and asked. Do you have dolls? Many.
Pamela answered. Do they have their own dollhouse? After a brief pause, the little girl replied. No.
They live in our house with Tiffany. But everyone should have their own home, insisted Michael. Do you want us to buy a dollhouse for your dolls? There was a pause.
It felt like there was a thought process going on in Pamela’s head. Like any child, she wanted to have a dollhouse, but she still didn’t fully trust Michael. Understanding the reason for her silence, he turned to Tiffany.
Are you okay if I make your sister a peace-offering gift? I don’t think that’s necessary. Let’s do without expensive gifts, argued the girl. Well, I’ll be getting my first paycheck soon, the man explained.
I’d like to spend it on something nice. Pamela wanted to respond, but Michael beat her to it, adding. I promise.
I won’t neglect your mom. Still, it’s unnecessary, the girl insisted. Thank you for giving us a ride and seeing us off, she said, taking her sister’s hand and disappearing into the hallway.
On the weekend morning, the girls were not in a hurry to go anywhere. They had no special plans. So Pamela was still lying in bed, while Tiffany went to take a shower.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Pamela tiptoed to the door and asked quietly. Who’s there? It’s me.
Michael, a voice came from behind the door. When she opened the door, she was astonished and her little mouth opened in surprise. In Michael’s hands, there was a large-sized box.
Crossing the threshold, he placed it on the floor and told Pamela. This is for you. Unwrap it.
The girl looked skeptically between the giver and the gift. She had a hunch about what was inside but hesitated to open it without her sister’s permission. Come on, be brave, encouraged Michael.
I promise to give you a dollhouse. Take it. I won’t carry this weight back, will I? His last argument convinced Pamela, and she started to remove the wrapping.
As she was unwrapping, Tiffany, wrapped in a towel, came out of the bathroom. She didn’t expect to see Michael here, so she froze in surprise for a few seconds and then hid back behind the door. During this time, Michael had a chance to observe Tiffany’s perfectly shaped figure.
Graceful legs, delicate hands, straight posture, slender waist, and narrow shoulders. It was as if she was skillfully crafted by a talented artist. In this state, Tiffany further aroused his imagination.
In his life, he had never wanted a woman so much. After a minute, Tiffany came out in a robe she had to get from the laundry basket. Even in her crumpled home clothes, she looked very attractive and desirable.
I told you not to open the door to strangers, she reprimanded her sister. But he’s not a stranger. What is this, asked the elder sister sternly, looking at the toy.
Now my dolls will have their own house, the girl smiled. This is too expensive of a gift. We can’t accept it, objected Tiffany.
But Pamela, captivated by the toy, didn’t react to her sister’s words. I won’t carry it back, will I? Michael replied. Besides, without the packaging, they won’t take it back.
Look how happy she is. Can you really take such a toy away from your sister? Then I’ll give you the money for my salary, said Tiffany. I won’t take money from you, the young man responded.
But if you have some extra money, you can invite me to the movies. Okay. But first, we need to have breakfast.
While Tiffany was making pancakes, Michael helped Pamela set up the dollhouse. From the outside, it all looked like a harmonious family scene. Despite the distrust of the landlady’s son, Tiffany watched with affection as her younger sister and the guest played together.
At some point, she even felt that he might be a genuinely good and decent person. And the incident with the inappropriate advances in the living room was just a misunderstanding, for which Michael had already regretted. These pancakes are fantastic, praised the guest.
You haven’t tried the cakes that Tiffany bakes, added Pamela with pride. Pamela, you should address adults with a U. Tiffany corrected her. Uncle Michael himself asked me to address him informally, the girl said.
When Tiffany looked questioningly at Michael, he nonchalantly replied. What’s the fuss? It’s easier to communicate this way, in my opinion. After breakfast, he, Tiffany, and Pamela went to the largest shopping and entertainment center in the city.
It had everything, a movie theater, cafes, restaurants, an arcade, an ice rink, a petting zoo, bowling, karaoke, and numerous shops. Getting in there was easy, but getting out was a different story. On weekends, the place was bustling with people, as if all the townsfolk gathered there.
The sisters rarely came here, so this time, Pamela wanted to explore everything possible. They spent the whole day in the shopping center and, by the evening, returned home tired but happy. Pamela fell asleep in the car on the way back, so Michael offered to carry her to bed.
After tucking the child in, Tiffany courteously offered tea to the guest. I’d be happy to spend a few more minutes with you, confessed the man, taking a seat at the table. The tea time extended.
Michael didn’t want to say, goodbye, to the hostess. And Tiffany, seeing him from a different perspective, changed her initial opinion. She realized that Michael could be caring, attentive, kind, and understanding.
The more she got to know him, the more she liked him. She caught herself thinking that she no longer felt any aversion towards him. Furthermore, Michael turned out to be an engaging conversationalist.
It’s getting late, Tiffany finally said, glancing at the clock. Yes, sorry. I lost track of time, Michael replied, getting up from his seat.
Time flies when I’m with you. Maybe we can go for a walk together again sometime? Maybe, she said. Michael stood at the doorstep, looking at Tiffany.
He desperately wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid of ruining the newly formed connection between them. Shifting from one foot to another like a schoolboy, he finally gathered the courage to ask. Can I kiss you? Instantly, the girl’s cheeks turned rosy.
She wanted to say no, but her tongue wouldn’t obey. After a moment’s pause, Tiffany felt Michael’s moist lips on her own. Against her own will, she leaned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Michael held her by the waist and pulled her close. This kiss, filled with tenderness and affection, was nothing like the first one they shared. It felt different, more meaningful.
Tiffany felt like she was losing control over herself and the situation. But then, he gently pulled away and said. See you soon.
Ms. Jennifer was recovering quickly. Tiffany came to her house daily to clean and also had to cook meals. Fortunately, it was vacation time, so the housekeepers had more free time.
Pamela became a frequent guest at Ms. Jennifer’s house, and they spent time together while Tiffany was busy. Michael rushed home after work every day to spend time with Tiffany. Ms. Jennifer noticed her son getting closer to the housekeeper and couldn’t hide her joy about it.
I think Michael is seriously in love with you, she once shared her thoughts with Tiffany. You know, he’s become completely different. People say love works wonders.
To these words, Tiffany only smiled and shyly lowered her eyes. She, too, had noticed the changes in him, which made her look at him differently. With each passing day, she found herself falling more and more in love with him.
When she was alone with Michael, her heart raced as if trying to jump out of her chest. Only the little voice in her head didn’t give her peace. It seemed to be drilling in the same spot, not letting her relax and forget.
Meanwhile, Pamela, despite her young age, reasoned quite maturely. Maybe Uncle Michael is a good person, but I think he’s not right for you, she told her sister when they were alone. You two are different.
Well, you seem to like him too, Tiffany was surprised. Yes, Pamela nodded. But he’s too perfect, too unreal.
That can’t be real. When Ms. Jennifer’s cast was removed, she was offered to go to a local sanatorium for rehabilitation. Without much hesitation, the woman agreed.
After taking Tiffany’s promise that she would manage the household in her absence. Maybe little Pamela could come with me, the hostess suddenly suggested. It will be pleasant for the girl here, and I won’t be lonely either.
Pamela gladly agreed to her Aunt Jennifer’s proposal, and two days later, they both went to the sanatorium. On the same evening, Michael arranged a romantic candlelit dinner for Tiffany. Although she prepared the meal herself, he set the table in the living room, dimmed the lights, lit the candles, and played soft pleasant music.
What a surprise, she exclaimed. It’s like being in the finest houses of Paris. But why Paris? We are not that far behind, he said jokingly.
As Tiffany demonstratively pulled the chair, Michael invited her to the table. Playfully, she slightly lifted her skirt as she elegantly approached the chair and sat down. He uncorked a bottle of red wine and filled their glasses.
Let’s propose a toast to us, he said. After taking a sip, Tiffany put her glass back down, but Michael kept raising more toasts. The light dinner did not prevent her from feeling a light dizziness, as she wasn’t accused Tiffany’d to alcoholic drinks.
Maybe we should dance? Michael suggested, taking Tiffany’s hand and leading her to the center of the living room. To the soft, tranquil sounds of the music, they slowly swayed and danced. Despite appearing composed, inside, Tiffany’s heart was fluttering with each touch from Michael, and her heart periodically tried to leap out of her chest.
The wine and the unchanging scent of Michael’s cologne intoxicated her. At some point, her legs became weak, and her eyelids heavy. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles.
In that moment, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his room. What are you doing? Tiffany asked. Don’t say anything, Michael whispered.
Upon entering the room, he placed her on the bed and lay down next to her. Feeling her resistance, he didn’t give her a chance to regain her composure. I want you to be mine, he whispered and kissed her.
The room fell silent. Suddenly, Tiffany’s mind cleared. She slowly covered herself with the blanket, feeling bashful.
Michael lay with his eyes closed, saying nothing. After a few minutes, he got up and headed to the bathroom, wrapping his torso with a towel. Seeing the confusion in Tiffany’s eyes, he lay down next to her and asked.
How do you feel? I’m fine, she replied softly. Honestly, I was surprised. You really haven’t been with anyone before me? Michael asked, still somewhat doubtful.
I thought such people didn’t exist anymore in our time. Tiffany didn’t answer anything. She just pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
I’ll go get some water, he announced. Do you want me to bring you some? She nodded, and when he left the room, she headed to the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she still felt the touch and kisses from Michael on her body.
Recent events flashed in her memory, and his voice echoed in her ears. The warm water gradually brought Tiffany back to her senses. She wrapped herself in a large terry towel and came out of the bathroom to find Michael sprawled on the bed on top of the covers, looking attentively at her.
His trademark smirk adorned his face, making her feel uncomfortable. But in the next moment, he smiled warmly and patted the free space on the bed next to him, saying affectionately. Come to me, beautiful.
Timidly, Tiffany sat down next to him on the bed. Michael hugged her shoulders, pulled her closer, and kissed her. Listen.
You’re a passionate one, he remarked jokingly. I didn’t expect such passion from you. Will you repeat it sometime? Meanwhile, Ms. Jennifer and Pamela had been at the sanatorium for two weeks.
During this time, she periodically called her son and the housekeeper to share updates on her activities and ask about news from home. Michael went to work every day, and after a short rest, Tiffany resumed her studies. She continued to take care of the household but now often stayed overnight at Ms. Jennifer’s house.
Since Tiffany had grown close to Michael, she missed him a lot whenever he was delayed from work due to legitimate reasons, planned to meet friends, or needed to visit a sick boss. Eventually, Jennifer and Pamela returned home. The little girl had a sea of impressions, and she eagerly told her sister about the wonderful time she had with Aunt Jennifer at the sanatorium.
Tiffany was happy for her, but she couldn’t hide her own anxieties about the changes in her life. Well, tell me, what’s going on with you and Michael? Ms. Jennifer asked when they were alone with the housekeeper. Yeah, things seem to be going well, Tiffany replied, feeling embarrassed by the question.
You don’t have to deceive me, Ms. Jennifer requested. I was thrilled to hear that you have a relationship with my son, but honestly, I don’t see joy in your eyes. Well, I am happy, Tiffany said.
It’s just that I feel like Michael is giving me less attention. You know, it’s like he has cooled off a bit? Oh, come on. Don’t make things up.
Ms. Jennifer reassured her. Men just can’t fully devote themselves to a woman. It’s us, women, who dissolve into them when we fall in love.
Time passed. After Ms. Jennifer Yes’ return, Tiffany no longer stayed overnight at their house. And Michael didn’t insist on it either.
After seeing Tiffany home, he would go about his own business and often return well past midnight. Ms. Jennifer didn’t like her son’s late-night outings, but she didn’t disclose it to Tiffany, hoping that he would come to his senses and change. However, time went by, and nothing changed.
The woman noticed that her housekeeper seemed sad. She felt sorry for her and decided to intervene. Michael, we need to talk, she said firmly one day, when he was getting ready to meet his friends.
Mom, not now, please, he asked. The word, mom, struck Ms. Jennifer’s ears. Recently, Michael had been calling her a mom, and she found it incredibly endearing.
But why did he use a mother of again today? What had happened? Is something bothering you? Any troubles at work, she inquired. No, everything’s fine there. I’m making the same old salary, he replied with a dissatisfied tone.
I’ve suggested several times that we start a business together, she reminded him. I don’t want my mother to be my boss, Michael cut her off. When you retire from business, then you can call the shots.
What’s going on between you and Tiffany, she asked directly. What do you mean? Don’t pretend. Tiffany is a good girl.
She would make a wonderful wife. You’re lucky she took an interest in you. What? She took an interest in me, he retorted disdainfully.
She should be thanking her lucky stars that a guy like me crossed her path. Meanwhile, the housekeeper had finished her cleaning and was heading to the living room to say, goodbye, to the homeowners. The conversation between mother and son made her pause, by the door.
She had never eavesdropped on other people’s conversations before, but this one concerned her directly. So, she leaned in closer to the keyhole to hear better. I’m sure she’s grateful, Ms. Jennifer countered.
You’ve been dating for several months now. When do you plan to propose to her? Mama, what are you talking about? I asked a perfectly reasonable question. When young people are dating, they make plans for the future.
Answer me. Are you thinking of marrying Tiffany? Of course not. Michael smirked.
Who am I, and who is she? Do you really think I’d tie my life to some cleaning lady? She’s not just a cleaning lady. She’s my assistant, and it’s only because of the circumstances that she’s in this position, defended the hostess on behalf of the girl. Besides, you know she’ll soon receive her university diploma.
And so what? Michael didn’t give up. Does that change anything? She’s just a simple girl. I’m attracted to other, more interesting girls.
With big breasts and empty heads? Ms. Jennifer became angry. Yes, even so. At least with them, I won’t be ashamed to be seen in public, he retorted.
Michael. Honestly, I thought better of you, she admitted. I thought you were intelligent, serious, and forward-thinking, but you still haven’t matured.
Mom, let’s skip the lectures, he requested. I won’t allow you to hurt Tiffany. She’s had it tough enough in this life.
But I’m not planning to hurt her, he replied. Isn’t that how it goes sometimes? You meet and then go your separate ways. Seeing that she couldn’t change her son’s mind, Ms. Jennifer sighed with bitterness and left the living room.
In her distraught state, she didn’t notice the housekeeper standing by the door. Tiffany didn’t move, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She realized that Michael had deceived her.
When she got back home, she cried into her pillow all night. In the morning, she woke up with a firm decision to sever all ties with the family she had worked for many months. Arriving at Ms. Jennifer’s house, Tiffany went straight to the hostess.
Michael was no longer there, he had left for work. Trying to hide any traces of her emotional turmoil, Ms. Jennifer smiled and asked. How are you, Tiffany? How’s little Pamela? Not wanting to beat around the bush, the girl spoke directly.
Ms. Jennifer, I overheard your conversation with your son yesterday. Under these circumstances, I cannot continue working in your house. Come on, maybe things will still change, she replied with hope in her voice.
Perhaps Michael will come to his senses. I won’t force myself to be loved, Tiffany said firmly. And it’s unpleasant for me to pretend that nothing happened and continue interacting with him.
Well, in this case, I understand you, Ms. Jennifer agreed. You’re probably right. I’m sorry that it turned out this way.
Why should you be sorry? Tiffany responded. You don’t need to apologize to me for your son. He’s a grown man and should be responsible for his actions himself.
And for several days now, Tiffany hasn’t been working at Ms. Jennifer’s house. She focused entirely on her studies to get over Michael. Pamela understood that something was going on with her sister, but not getting any answers to her questions.
She stopped bothering her with inquiries. Ms. Jennifer, feeling guilty, didn’t abandon the girls. She often visited them with little gifts, avoiding the topic of Michael.
And coming to visit the sisters once again, Ms. Jennifer said. Tiffany, I have a proposal for you that you won’t be able to refuse. Tiffany smiled and replied.
You’ve got me intrigued. I want to bring you into my business, she said. In a few months, you’ll graduate and start looking for a job.
So, I’m offering you a chance to skip that challenging stage and intern with me now. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it, Tiffany nervously replied. Oh, but that’s what I’m here for.
Ms. Jennifer cheerfully said. I’ll teach you everything. If you decide to leave and work in your field later, I won’t hold you back.
But if you like it here, I promise you career growth and a good salary. Agree, Tiffany, excitedly chimed in little Pamela. After thinking for a moment, Tiffany smiled and nodded in agreement, I’ll do my best, she promised.
Thank you so much, Ms. Jennifer. The next few months flew by unnoticed. During this time, Tiffany wrote her thesis and interned at Ms. Jennifer’s company.
The former mistress, now the director, was pleased with her new employee. Tiffany quickly adapted to the work environment and earned the respect of her colleagues. She devoted all her free time to herself and her little sister.
Knowing about her natural beauty, but also following her boss’s advice, she started visiting beauty salons, taking care of her appearance, and updated her wardrobe. She also joined a gym to maintain her physical fitness. To turn a diamond into a brilliant, it needs professional cutting, Ms. Jennifer would often say.
And Tiffany took this lesson to heart. Young men often admired her and tried to ask her out, but Tiffany refrained from getting into new relationships at work. The memories of her unsuccessful relationship with Michael were still fresh in her mind, and she wasn’t ready to dive headfirst into romance again.
One day, the company’s director arrived at work in a bad mood. She had never allowed herself to raise her voice at her employees before, but that day her shouts could be heard from the early morning. Workers didn’t dare to leave their workstations, afraid of being caught in her line of sight.
Gathering her courage, Tiffany entered the director’s office and saw the woman, who had been raging just moments ago, standing by the window and wiping away tears. Ms. Jennifer, what happened? Can I help you, she approached her. The director didn’t respond to her words for a while, but then turned to look closely at the girl and replied.
Michael is getting married. The news hit Tiffany like a ton of bricks. All this time, she had been carefully trying to forget him.
It wouldn’t be accurate to say that she still loved him, but his desire to marry someone else hurt her pride. Tiffany swallowed the lump in her throat and said as calmly as possible. It was bound to happen someday.
Maybe now Michael will settle down? I hoped until the last day that he would come to his senses and come back to you, Jennifer admitted. Your words are flattering, but I don’t think I could forgive him, Tiffany replied. So, let him be happy with his chosen one.
The director hugged the girl and smiled sadly. It’s a shame that my son never understood what a gem he lost. From that day on, Tiffany spent a lot of time in the director’s office.
Ms. Jennifer wanted to share her feelings about Michael’s upcoming wedding with someone, and she found no better listener than Tiffany. The girl least wanted to know the details of Michael’s wedding preparations, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell his mother about it. So, she listened to her stories for hours on end.
From Ms. Jennifer’s remarks, it was clear that she wasn’t thrilled with her future daughter-in-law. Vain, dolled-up doll, Jennifer would describe her. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and never took it out her whole life.
Her father spoiled her, convinced her that everything could be bought and sold. But when he passed away three years ago, his wastrel wife squandered his entire fortune on lovers. And now this unwanted daughter decided to marry successfully.
They just don’t know yet that Michael is penniless and living on my expense. So why don’t you tell them about it? Tiffany asked. What’s the point? Vivian comes to our house and talks to me for hours about her great love for my son.
Why ruin such a love? And Michael? Does he love her? I don’t know. Sometimes I think he’s not capable of love at all. I’ve decided not to interfere in his life.
Let them live as they wish. Finally, the day X arrived. Despite Ms. Jennifer’s pleas to celebrate the wedding without any fuss, the young couple threw a grand feast.
Of course, it didn’t happen without financial support from their mothers. Ms. Plus Jennifer immediately warned her son that the wedding and the wedding gift would be her last investments in him. And the bride’s mother collected what remained of her deceased husband’s immense wealth and gave it to her daughter for the wedding.
The condition was that she would return it with interest after marriage. After the celebration, the newlyweds went on their honeymoon, which was a gift from Ms. Jennifer. She herself returned to work.
To the congratulations and inquiries of her subordinates, the director responded dryly and reluctantly. It was evident that the woman was concerned about her son’s future, but she did not change her principles. He’s a grown man, not foolish, with a good education, Tiffany reassured Ms. Jennifer.
He won’t go astray. You’ll laugh about shedding tears for no reason. May you find a good husband.
Ms. Jennifer didn’t hide her admiration. He definitely will appear, the girl laughed. Everything has its time.
Mama. I want to talk to you. Michael said one day when he returned from his honeymoon.
Let’s talk. Ms. Jennifer agreed. Do you have some problems? No, he laughed.
I just wanted to learn about your business, see it from the inside, so to speak. Unexpected. You were always against your boss’ mother, Ms. Jennifer remarked.
Well, you know, things change in this world, Michael philosophized. My opinion has changed. Maybe you’ll pass on your responsibilities to me when you see that I’m perfectly handling your enterprise.
Michael and his young wife returned from their honeymoon and, tired from the journey, they went straight to their room, where they spent the whole evening. It was only the next morning that Vivian stayed in bed. Michael went to the living room and had an unexpected conversation with his mother.
Well, why not? I don’t mind. Ms. Jennifer replied. After all, the business will remain yours anyway.
So it’s better to familiarize yourself with it in advance. When do you plan to start working? I think I can start today. I can’t promise that I’ll immediately grasp everything.
So, for starters, I’ll just get to know the employees. Get used to the office. His mother smiled and looked at her watch.
Then you have 15 minutes to get ready. I don’t like my employees being late. I’ll wait for you in the car.
While Michael was looking for a clean ironed shirt, the time for preparations ran out. He kissed his sleeping wife on the run and managed to get into the car with his mother, who had already started driving. I haven’t even had breakfast, he complained.
Why didn’t your wife see you off, she asked. Vivian is still sleeping. Doesn’t she need to go to work today? Mom, what are you talking about? Michael was surprised.
Women in her family don’t work. Well, in our family, they do, Ms. Jennifer retorted. And if she thinks I’ll support and dress her all her life, she’s deeply mistaken.
I will. Michael defended his chosen one. I will be able to provide for my woman and then our children as well.
And what will your woman do? Ms. Jennifer asked. She will take care of the home. It’s a wife’s duty to keep the hearth and bear children.
Ms. Jennifer looked silently at her son and continued to watch the road. Soon they arrived at the Enterprise. Michael walked side by side with his mother, trying from the very first moments to prove himself to the subordinates as a strict boss.
As a teenager, he had been in the realm of his mother, but back then, he was just a guest. Now he had left with the purpose of taking the throne. Nothing much has changed here, he observed.
Just more employees now. Yes, the production is expanding, the business is growing, his mother agreed. With the right leadership, it’s a profitable venture.
We’ve arrived. Where? Michael didn’t understand. Your office, if I remember correctly, is on the top floor.
I thought I’d be sitting next to you. You won’t be sitting next to me, dear son, she replied. If you’ve come here to work, you’ll have to work hard.
And in my office, I’m used to being alone. Here’s your workspace. The director PN’d to an empty desk amidst others where employees were working.
Michael glanced around the large workshop and looked at his mother with confusio. You don’t want to put me in the workshop, do you, he clarified. Well, you wanted to get to know the production from the inside, she reminded him.
Once you’ve mastered the technology, I’ll transfer you to the quality department. But mama, I’m your son. Here, you are my employee, the director replied, turning around and walking towards the stairs.
If anything is unclear, ask your colleagues. Michael didn’t argue with her, deciding to continue the conversation at home later. Only during the lunch break did he manage to have some food.
Sitting at the table and looking bored, he suddenly noticed a very elegant young woman. Her behavior and manners indicated that she held a significant position in the company. Enchanted by her beauty and grace, Michael didn’t immediately recognize the well-groomed, flourishing young woman as Tiffany, his mother’s former housekeeper.
He had heard from his mother that she invited her former domestic helper to work at the company, but he didn’t expect to see such a transformation. There was no trace left of the simple girl. She walked with confidence, acknowledging greetings from her co-workers with a light nod.
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her. Memories of their past dates flooded back to him. He remembered how he pursued her.
But once he succeeded, he quickly lost interest. Yet now, he felt like he could recall the taste and smell of the dishes she used to prepare. Have you had lunch yet? His mother’s voice came from behind.
Raising his head, Michael saw his mother and nodded to her. She placed a tray with food on the table and sat across from her son. Have you changed your mind about working at my company? she asked.
Michael glanced at Tiffany and inquired. What is she doing here, a janitor? You’re talking about Tiffany, the woman clarified. She is my right hand.
I can’t imagine how I managed without her before. In my absence, she manages everything here. Wow.
So, some janitor is the boss here, and the director’s son is just an ordinary worker? Tiffany learned the production technology from scratch and quickly mastered everything, Ms. Jennifer explained. If you work as hard as she does, you’ll have your own office in no time. Michael wasn’t pleased with the prospect.
He thought he would get a position right away, but he miscalculated. If not for his wife, he would have left his mother on that day. However, Vivian insisted that he take over the business to be independent of his mother.
So, he stood up and headed to the workshop to his workstation. Hello, dear. Vivian greeted her husband after his first day at work.
How did it go? Fine. What’s for dinner? I thought we could go to a restaurant to celebrate your first day as a manager. Vivian.
What restaurant? What manager? And, it seems like I’ve never been as tired as I am today. And what did you do? I worked, Vivian. So, are we not going to the restaurant, she clarified, pouting her lips.
Well, hostess, get the table ready. Miss Jennifer said as she entered the house and headed to her room. After changing her clothes, she came down to the dining room and seeing the empty table, asked.
Are we not having dinner tonight? Mom. Vivian suggested celebrating my new appointment in a restaurant, Michael said. Why celebrate anything, the woman was surprised.
We’ll celebrate when you actually become a manager, but for now, I don’t see a reason. I don’t understand something. Vivian interjected.
Then, who are you right now? If not the manager? Right now, your husband is an ordinary worker in the workshop, Miss Jennifer explained. A good manager is the one who has risen to their position from the very bottom. The response from her mother-in-law stunned the bride.
At first, she stood there, mouth agape and silent, blinking her eyes, and then she grinned sarcastically. My husband? A worker in the workshop? Yes. Miss Jennifer confirmed.
You can be proud of him. He achieves everything through hard work. Now, I wonder, what were you doing all day? I went to my mother’s place, and then we went to the beauty salon.
We just got back, Vivian replied. I’m very tired and hungry. Maybe we can still go to the restaurant? Michael looked at his mother, but she turned around and went to the kitchen.
Vivian, he addressed his wife, I spent a lot during the vacation. I won’t get paid anytime soon. If we go to the restaurant now, we’ll be broke until the end of the month.
What are you talking about, she asked irritably. I married one of the wealthy grooms in our town, and now you’re telling me we have no money? Well, you know what expenses we had in the last month? My card is not limitless. Then ask your mother.
She won’t refuse her only son. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, Michael shook his head. We are adults and should provide for ourselves.
She is not obligated to support us. She’s living the good life. Vivian exclaimed, referring to her mother-in-law.
Earning so much money and still living with her son. It was fine when you were single. Okay.
Someone had to take care of you. But now that you’re married, she could at least consider moving out. Move out? Where would she go? Michael asked.
This is her home. Why would she need such a big house all to herself? We are a family, planning to have children. She has more than enough room with just an apartment.
At that moment, Ms. Jennifer appeared in the living room doorway where the newlyweds were. Let’s go have dinner, she called out to her son and his wife. As they sat at the table, she warned Vivian.
But don’t think this will happen every day. In our family, there have never been idlers, and since you’re not working, be kind enough to keep the house in order and prepare dinner. I’m not a maid or a cook.
Vivian retorted. I won’t ruin my manicure and hands by scrubbing your floors. Ms. Jennifer looked questioningly at her son, then at Vivian.
So, why did you get married, she inquired. To support my wife, answered Michael, it’s a husband’s duty. All right.
And what is the wife’s duty then, his mother-in-law asked. The question left Vivian at a loss. She shifted her gaze between her husband and her mother-in-law, trying to find the right words.
Finally, she gathered her thoughts and replied. The wife’s duty is to give birth to and raise children. Very well.
And who will feed and wash them, her mother-in-law questioned. For that, there are maids, reasoned Vivian. But if you haven’t noticed, we don’t have a maid, replied her mother-in-law.
I manage the household on my own until now. I think I can still make myself a bowl of soup and iron a dress. But I won’t be serving my son anymore.
He now has a wife. If you want to hire a maid, I won’t object, but you’ll have to pay for her services yourself. After dinner, Ms. Jennifer washed the dishes and went to her room, leaving the newlyweds alone.
I think your mother doesn’t like me, Vivian concluded. She’s constantly picking on me and trying to put me in an awkward position in front of you. Don’t make things up.
Michael defended his mother. She just wants you to be productive and not idle. I see.
I have a feeling that the two of us won’t get along well in the same house. We need to hint to her that it’s time for us to move out. Maybe you can talk to your mother? It’s not difficult for me to talk to her, Michael smiled.
But what if we end up having to find an apartment? Still sleeping, son? Ms. Jennifer remarked, putting on her jacket and heading towards the exit. You’re leaving already? Michael inquired. Can’t you wait for me? I warned you that I don’t like it when employees are late, and I’m never late myself.
His mother replied and disappeared behind the door. Unhappy, Michael trudged to the kitchen. The table was empty.
There was nothing resembling a prepared breakfast in the fridge either. Deciding to grab a snack on his way to work, he closed the refrigerator door and went to his room. His wife was sound asleep like a baby.
Michael looked in the closet and didn’t find a single ironed shirt. Vivian, he called his wife softly. Can you iron a shirt for me? The girl simply turned over to the other side.
Vivian, he repeated more loudly. What should I wear to work? His wife opened her eyes, stretched, and with a smile replied. Well, just don’t go.
She reached out her arms to her husband and, embracing him, pulled him into bed. Michael didn’t resist too much. He liked it when Vivian was tender and affectionate with him.
Lying in bed with his wife, Michael glanced at the clock and realized that he was now definitively late for work. Everything is just great, he said, getting up from the bed. But my mom won’t be pleased with my absences.
I might end up unemployed. Oh, come on. Vivian smirked.
She might grumble a bit, but she won’t kick out her only son. You don’t know my mother well. Michael replied.
You’re like a little mischievous child, Vivian laughed. Maybe we should go somewhere? You’ve completely stopped taking me out to restaurants. I already explained that we don’t have the money, Michael said.
After hearing those words, Vivian became furious. I don’t want to hear anything. I married a millionaire, and he turns out to be a penniless man.
If you don’t talk to your mother right now and sort everything out, I don’t know what I’ll do. Vivian paused to think of a second scenario. Or maybe I’ll talk to her myself.
Michael only arrived at work during lunchtime. The director immediately called him into her office, and her stern expression indicated that the meeting wouldn’t go well. Left alone with her son, she declared.
You asked to work for me. I kindly agreed, brought you to the company, explained all the rules and procedures. But you decided that they don’t apply to you.
If you’ve changed your mind, I won’t stop you. Write a resignation letter and leave. Michael had anticipated that their conversation would go this way, so he was mentally prepared.
Mama, he calmly addressed her, let’s not be hasty. I’m your only heir. Sooner or later, you’ll have to pass the reins of power to me.
Why go through all this circus of starting as a regular worker, then a supervisor, and so on? Everyone should be in their place. I didn’t study at university just to work alongside ordinary laborer now. If it weren’t for those, as you call them, ordinary laborers, you wouldn’t be living in this huge house and eating caviar sandwiches, his mother retorted.
That brings me to another point, Michael retorted back. I was late today because I spent time making myself breakfast and ironing a shirt. And doesn’t your wife cook for you or iron your clothes? You once said that the husband is the provider and the wife is the keeper of the hearth.
Vivian doesn’t feel like a mistress in our home, Michael complained. And I understand her, but two mistresses can’t coexist in one kitchen. I agree, his mother replied.
That’s why I suggest you think about moving out. Maybe then your Vivian will quickly adopt the qualities of a housekeeper. Michael realized that the conversation had gone in a direction he hadn’t intended.
So he decided to just leave. But at the threshold, his mother stopped him. And think about your work, she said.
And for today’s absence, I’ll deduct from your salary. After leaving the office, Michael let his emotions out. What a mother! When I was a child, she would disappear for days at work, and now she suddenly decides to focus on my upbringing.
It’s too late for that. We’ll see who will come running for help first. You’re not getting any younger, he muttered to himself.
And you can’t take your business with you. When things get tough, you’ll call for me. Are you all right? A familiar voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
Michael looked up and saw Tiffany approaching with a stack of folders and documents. She seemed to look at him as if he were a stranger. Not a muscle on her face twitched.
He even thought she might not recognize him. Tiffany, you look great, he brightened up. How are you? Thank you, she replied calmly.
I’m doing fine. And how about you? I thought you seemed upset. You thought wrong.
All right then, she shrugged and continued on her way. Wait. Michael called after her.
Maybe we can meet in the evening? Hang out and talk? No, thank you, Tiffany firmly said. I don’t date married men. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about between us.
Without waiting for an answer from her former suitor, Tiffany went into the director’s office. Michael stood there, watching her go. She was petite, as if created by a master’s hand, elegantly dressed, in expensive high-heeled shoes.
She walked down the corridor, swaying her hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, as if enchanted, remembering the nights they had spent together. Stunning, a strange male voice said from behind him.
Can’t take your eyes off her. Michael looked at the man in work attire with disdain and replied. Well, nothing special.
To close the topic, he added. And you should mind your own business. The married life was becoming more and more tense for Michael, not at all how he had imagined it.
Vivian was constantly demanding money, and his mother stubbornly refused to give him a single penny. Before, Michael’s salary was enough for entertainment, parties, and all other expenses were covered by his mother, but now he had to support himself and his wife. And as it turned out, his salary wasn’t enough for all of this.
Michael. Ever since we moved, you’ve completely stopped spending time with me, complained his wife. Maybe we can go somewhere in the evening? To a club, for example? Vivian.
What club? Michael retorted. I work from morning till evening. We barely have enough money to make ends meet.
And how much longer are you going to be your mother’s apprentice, the disgruntled wife asked. Can’t you talk to your own mother? I already talked to her, he answered with irritation. Didn’t it suit you living in her house with everything provided? Now that we’ve moved out, forget about clubs and restaurants.
Living on everything provided? Vivian protested. Your mother made it clear from the very beginning that we were unwanted there. She deliberately pushed us to move to a rented apartment.
If you did something around the house, none of this would have happened. So, it’s all my fault, right? Well, sorry. Maybe you should have warned me that you don’t need a wife, but a maid.
I’ve never held a cloth or a frying pan in my hands since childhood. And you thought that by marrying you, I’d instantly become a cook and a maid. You were mistaken, my dear.
If you can’t earn enough to provide for your wife adequately, then it’s your problem, and don’t try to shift the blame. After voicing everything she wanted, Vivian immediately made a pitiful face, pouted her lips, and fluttered her long artificial eyelashes. Well, darling.
Maybe you’ll ask your mother for some money, she suggested. Dear, Michael replied, matching his wife’s tone. How about you help me solve our problems? Of course, I want to.
How? For example, by getting a job. What? Are you joking? What will my friends say? Vivian exclaimed fearfully. They will laugh at me.
What’s so funny about someone working? Only losers and peasants work. So, according to you, am I and my mother losers? And was your father, who earned a million-dollar fortune, also a loser or a peasant? Michael’s examples left Vivian at a loss, but she quickly came up with an answer. My father is an exception, but you are a loser.
You couldn’t even negotiate with your own mother about the basics. Now you’re groveling to her like a serf. I can sense that this conversation won’t lead to anything good, Michael concluded.
Whether you like it or not, you’ll have to learn to manage the household. I don’t have a single clean shirt left, the fridge is empty, and there’s a thick layer of dust on the furniture and the floor. This can’t go on any longer.
I completely agree. I don’t want to live in this mess anymore. I’m tired of eating your scrambled eggs and store-bought dumplings.
I’m going to my mother’s. When you become rich, give me a call, Vivian declared, gathered her things, and left, slamming the door loudly. Michael didn’t try to stop her, thinking that it would be easier for him without her, and he could go back to his mother’s house and possibly convince her to appoint him as her deputy.
And he was right. After listening to her son’s tearful story about his wife leaving him, Ms. Jennifer decided to give him a second chance. She entrusted him with managing the company during her business trip.
Ms. Jennifer had been planning to open a branch in another city for several years, and now she was going to sort out all the details on site. She left Tiffany to keep an eye on Michael. The young woman had become well-versed in the production process during her time there and now understood all the intricacies as well as the owner herself.
Sometimes, Ms. Jennifer would say in frustration, Too bad she’s not my daughter. Together, we could achieve great things. After his mother’s departure, Michael returned to her house and immediately decided to share the news with his wife.
Vivian had been living at her parents’ house for several days but didn’t know how to leave. Her mother kept bringing in a new boyfriend, squandering the remnants of her late husband’s fortune. She gradually sold off expensive furniture, her own jewelry, and even mentioned the possibility of selling their cars and the house.
In response to her daughter’s reproaches, she had the same answer every time. First, live with your husband for as long as I lived with mine. Make him earn a fortune like your father did, and then you can manage it.
Upon hearing about the changes in Michael’s life, Vivian rushed to him that same day. We need to take advantage of this situation, she instructed her husband. Now you have access to your mother’s money.
For example, you can transfer a small amount from the company’s account to your own, which will be enough for us at first. Then, gradually gain her trust and take control of the company. So, according to you, it’s that easy to withdraw money from the company’s account? Michael doubted his wife’s plan.
I’m sure it won’t be difficult for you, she assured him. You are intelligent and educated. And who would notice a small amount on such a large enterprise? And then no one will dare say anything to you.
After all, you are the owner’s son and the future director. Michael wasn’t entirely fond of the idea, but he saw some reason in her arguments. Of course, he had the right to access his mother’s money, and this might be the best opportunity.
After pondering for a while, he decided to act. He realized that the old employees who had been with the company since its founding wouldn’t be his allies. However, he found one young man among the newcomers who was eager for a reward.
After a few days, Michael and his spouse were able to afford hiring a housekeeper and making some renovations. They even managed to repay Vivian’s mother’s debt. Now they could visit clubs and dine in restaurants.
When Tiffany asked questions, Michael responded in a commanding voice. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. This enterprise belongs to my mother, and therefore, it’s mine too.
I think Miss Jennifer should know about this, the assistant shared her thoughts. Oh, she already knows. You’re just jealous.
You didn’t want to date me, and now you’re envious. But I’m not resentful, and my offer is still valid. Want to? We’ll have dinner tonight.
I don’t think your wife will be thrilled about it, replied Tiffany. I doubt she’s expecting me for dinner. With each passing day, Michael settled more comfortably into his role as a boss.
He allowed himself to talk disrespectfully and in an authoritative tone to his subordinates, showing up late for work or not coming at all. A luxurious life constantly required finances, and now he knew where to get them. Michael and Vivian indulged themselves in everything, but their beautiful life as newlyweds didn’t last long.
Soon, Miss Jennifer learned about her son’s and daughter-in-law’s antics. She had to cut her business trip short and return to the city. Mama.
Michael was surprised to see his mother at the doorstep of the house. What are you doing here? I live here, she replied curtly. Yes, I get it.
But weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip? I was, confirmed Miss Jennifer, entering the house with her suitcase. And you were supposed to be at work. Isn’t that right? Michael glanced at the clock and fell silent.
At that moment, Vivian’s voice came from upstairs. Michael. How much longer do I have to wait? I’m dying of thirst here.
Vivian, Mama’s here. Michael informed his wife. Two minutes later, the daughter-in-law was coming down the stairs to the living room.
Miss Jennifer, you’re back already, she asked in a sugary voice. We didn’t expect you so soon. Perhaps you want to say that you haven’t had the chance to spend all my money yet? Miss Jennifer said sternly.
I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Vivian parried. Michael is at work every day, and I hardly see him. From today onwards, Michael will be at your complete disposal, she replied, turning to her son.
And you won’t be working there anymore. Michael and Vivian, stunned by the landlady’s arrival, stood and looked at each other. Miss Jennifer dragged her suitcase to the second floor and disappeared into her room, but a second later, she came out of the room and said.
And clear out of the house until evening. Mom. Actually, this is my house too.
Don’t forget that I’m your own son, protested Michael. You can’t kick me out of here every time. Legally, the house is mine, and in reality, you’re no longer my son.
I won’t tolerate traitors in my house. I worked my ass off all my life to ensure you lacked nothing. I gave you an excellent education.
And how did you repay all this? You robbed me, and now you have the audacity to claim that you’re my son. Take your idleness and get out of my house. And if you dare defy me, I’ll report you to the police.
After the confrontation, Miss Jennifer locked herself in her room, trying to distract herself from her heavy thoughts. She unpacked her suitcase, took a hot bath, and went to work. Her colleagues welcomed her with joy.
Miss Jennifer. Sorry for having to interrupt your important meetings, Tiffany said upon their meeting, but… Don’t apologize, the director interrupted. You did the right thing.
A little longer, and my negotiations would have become irrelevant. At that moment, the head accountant entered the director’s office. Come in, Miss Lillian, Miss Jennifer invited her.
And you stay, she nodded to Tiffany. The young woman remained in her place. Miss Lillian approached the director’s desk and placed a folder with documents on it.
Here is the expense report for the entire period of your absence. Miss Jennifer carefully looked through the papers, and only after studying them to the end, she asked. Who helped him? Mason.
Miss Lillian replied. When I went on sick leave, he took over my responsibilities as you instructed. Mr. Michael promised him a generous reward.
Of course, all transactions were made with my knowledge and strictly using the funds you left. I see, Miss Jennifer said, not hiding her disappointment. It’s a pity that Michael decided to take advantage of the opportunity to prove himself as a leader.
But it’s better to find out now what he’s capable of, replacing me, than later. He would have simply ruined my brainchild. Miss Jennifer, did you intentionally arrange this business trip, asked Tiffany.
Did you know everything even before I called? No. The business trip was genuine and quite successful, the director replied. But I didn’t immediately decide to entrust the management of the enterprise to my son.
I realized he was inexperienced in this matter and wanted to test how he would handle it. Following Miss Lillian’s advice, I allocated a small sum for unforeseen expenses. Of course, Michael knew nothing about it, it was a test.
Miss Jennifer sighed with bitterness in her voice and added. And he failed it. For several days, the director appeared subdued and troubled.
Most of the time, she remained silent. Left alone with her thoughts, she often sighed. Tiffany tried to be there for her, she genuinely felt sorry for Jennifer.
Over the years, they had become close, almost like family to each other. Now, with the woman left alone, they supported her, and Miss Jennifer was grateful to the girls. Ten years passed.
The relationship between mother and son could hardly be called close. Michael lived in a rented apartment and worked in a small office job. He had long divorced his wife, Vivian, who had found a wealthier partner.
They never had children. Tiffany had been married for a few years and was raising her daughter. Pamela graduated from school and entered college, and Miss Jennifer supported the girls in everything.
Over the years, they truly became like a family. One day, the director called Tiffany into her office and said. I’ve decided to pass my brainchild to you.
Only you can continue my work properly. And what about you? Are you leaving somewhere? Tiffany asked. No.
I’ll be around, and I’ll help you if needed, but I’m longing for some rest now. And what about Michael? Tiffany asked uncertainly. He’s still your son.
Michael is my son by blood and nothing more. But you and Pamela are my daughters in spirit, and you’ve become closer to me. I know I can rely on you, and to my great regret, I never became a mother to Michael.
Well, everyone can make mistakes, Tiffany tried to defend him. I’m sure he has regretted his actions many times. If he regretted it, he would have come and apologized.
But he still considers himself wronged, and I no longer have the desire to prove anything to him. Shortly after, Tiffany became the director of the Enterprise, and a year later, Miss Jennifer passed away. It turned out that she had been ill for a long time, but she never told anyone about it.
After the funeral, Michael moved into his mother’s house, but his joy was short-lived. Miss Jennifer left the house to Tiffany in her will and bought a spacious apartment for her son. Additionally, she opened a bank account in Michael’s name, from which he could withdraw a certain amount every month.
Fancy that! What a mother! Michael exclaimed angrily upon learning about his mother’s will. Leaving everything to some housekeeper and her own son must live in poverty. Just that may did more for her than her own son ever did.