It was supposed to be a villa, but this building is bigger than a castle!

I carry a lock of hair behind my ear, then stare at the intercom, in doubt whether to ring or not.

My inner voice suggests me to go back, to find another summer job anywhere else and cook for anybody else.

All this would be too much for me, I'm not used to living in castles where there are snobbish people who mistreat their

employees, or where employees don't even have the right to speak.

It's the size of this place that scares me: it would become a very serious job...

What am I saying?

I have to to this! In need this job!

I have to do this for the university, since it will be my last year, for your mom, for your father, even for myself.

I take a deep breath, then play the ring bell and wait for an answer.

An answer that, however, does not arrive: the door opens making me jump.

I grab the handle of the suitcase again and soon after find myself in front of an elderly lady: I bet she has

56 years old. No, 58, indeed 59.

Definitely 59!

After a while of staring at me, I feel quite awe, and I begin to get nervous.

I'm about to take the first step and introduce myself, but she anticipates me with a half smile.

Is that a smile, or a grimace?

I move closer to see her better, and her smile seems like a tight smile.

This woman is scary, and not only for her yellowed teeth, but also for her empty gaze.

"And you are... ?" - I keep staring at her as if she were a malformed being, but then I shake my head and answer her,

trying to appear as less rude as possible... at least at my first day:

"Hannah ... I'm Hannah." - I hasten to say, and then hold her hand.

She looks at it with distrust, and then returns to look me in the eye.

'That's fine! Don't be offended, huh! I just wanted to be nice!' - I would like to say to her.

She does not seem part of the family, even for the uniform she wears, most likely she is a dependent.

"Okay, Hannah, what are you looking for in front of this mansion?"

You know, I was looking for your enthusiasm!

And well, I didn't find it!

"HANNAH!" - I listen to somebody scream behind the old fat woman, and we both jump.

"Gordon!" - I leave the suitcase at the threshold, and then I approach my father's best friend.

They grew up together, but apparently business for old Gordon went much better than for my old man.

My father could not afford a beautiful villa like this one, with four floors, but a small one in

outskirts, in the midst of the small houses of Plymouth.

Yet he allowed us everything, my father raised me like a princess, that's why I decided

to start a summer job, to learn how to be a little more independent right now.

Although, this time I was helped by my parents: they never wanted to let me work in

a bar or restaurant, they thought it was too ... dangerous.

I smile as I remember the words my father used to repeat to me: "There are people out there ready to do shit,

to take drugs, to get drunk, to hurt you, for example. "

So they forced me to come to Gordon's and use my cooking skills in this huge villa.

"The last time I saw you, you were smaller and you had two ponytails on either side of your head.

Now instead ... you have become a beautiful and elegant woman.

Darling, we would have the opportunity to talk, but now I have to run away. "- he says leaving my back, while I smile at him

and let him go.

I've always liked him, that's why I've always called him Uncle Gordon.

The uncle I never had.

The annoyed chubby continues to stare at me.

"Follow me!" - she says after a while, while I look around: I grew up within these walls, but

I don't remember this place at all.

Whoever enters here discovers that he is agarophobic: I don't know whether to call it a lounge or a guest room, but

the entrance is more spacious than my whole house.

And there's a black marble that covers the floor, while the walls are painted in a boring beige.

As well I notice many sofas and tables surrounded by chairs, whereas the rest of the forniture escapes me, but what I notice is that it's all a mixture of bronze statues and vessels all over the entrance...

I would have opted for a beautiful vase of flowers instead of each of these

statues, which among other things really scare me.

I stand in front of one of them and make funny faces, waiting for them to move.

"Hi, dude, I'm Han ..."

"Mrs. Hannah!" - the woman behind me takes me back, then I shake my head, and

follow her with the briefcase in my hand.

As we approach the stairs, it surprises me that they do not lead to the floors above, but below.

Damn it! How many floors is this villa?

"Why are we going down?" - I ask her with a faint voice: she could kill me now that Uncle Gordon is not here ...

"If you are the new cook, then your place is downstairs, where there's a kitchen and where the employees live." - her cold words

seem reasonable to me, so I just follow her slowly.

As we go down I start to hear voices that get closer and closer, and I understand why when

I observe, right in a long and narrow corridor, two men kissing.

As soon as they notice our presence they suddenly move away, while I try to

to hold back a laugh by observing the old woman's expression.

She seems very surprised, almost more than me!

I think the two were caught for the first time together.

I observe their appearance in detail, it is a habit I have had since I was a little girl, and I realize that both of them have clear eyes.

They are beautiful boys, but I have never liked blond men, I don't know why, I have always loved black hair, both in girls and boys.

In fact mine are brown and wavy.

I never wear them free or in a ponytail, but I always hide them in messy buns: I don't want to show them

to others, I don't want other people to know how long they are, because they remind me why I never cut them ...

"Hi guys, I'm Hannah!" - I come forward raising my voice, all cheerful to try to push away

the tension in the air.

The hedgehog starts to introduce himself, red in his face for the embarrassment, but the old woman takes it back in a screaming voice:

"IN YOUR ROOM Carl, RIGHT NOW !"

I open my eyes wide, watching the man in front of me.

He is probably in his thirties, yet he swears in a low voice and turns away from us, without complaining with the old woman:

"PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, CARL!" - I shout greeting him, while the boy next to me holds back a laugh.

"Mr. Ethan, even if you are my boss's son, I won't allow you to play with my son.

I don't want to see that scene again, or I will point it out to Mr. Gordon. "- she says threateningly, advancing, while

I make a face and mime her behind, once again putting the blonde in difficulty.

The woman turns suddenly, narrowing her eyes, while I start looking at the chandelier

not to be cought by her.

"I'm busy now, the kitchen is at the end of the corridor, you will get there by yourself, hopefully. " - she says and then goes away, while the boy laughs softly.

"So Gordon's son is gay, huh?" - I look at him suspiciously while he starts scratching the back of his neck.

"I've always dreamed of having a gay friend.

I'm curious to know how you understand each other.

Ah, and then how can you have sex if ... "- I raise my voice, but he puts his hand in front of my mouth, an expression that is a mix between amused and the paralyzed.

"If my father and brother find out about it, they'll kill me!" - he informs me at a distance of two centimeters from my face.

"You're about to kiss me." - I say slightly amused.

"What? No! I'm engaged!" -he says alarmed, so I widen my eyes.

I said it as a joke.

"You and Carl?!" - I see him pass a hand through his hair even more embarrassed than before, so try to change the subject, hiding a smile in my face:

"So you have a brother?"

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