R: Sylvia Werner.
L: Marcus, Kira, Alfred, Freya.
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Narration: Marcus drove up to the mall and parks his car while Sylvia exchanged goodbyes and kisses with Kira.'
Marcus: If you two keep that up, we may not get you to the mansion in time.
Sylvia: What's up? Have somewhere else to be?
Marcus: As a matter of fact, yes and you are not helping matters.
Kira: Hold it big guy, you may be a respected billionaire but if anything is to happen to my best friend…
Marcus: There is no place on earth that I can hide and you won't find me to ensure that I suffer; your brother made sure that I got the idea, now let's go.
Narration: Marcus sped off immediately Kira stepped out of the car, heading straight for the mansion.
Sylvia: Wow, someone is definitely in a hurry to get somewhere.
Marcus: You have no idea. I have told Alfred to show you to your room. You settle in and try not to feel too at home.
Sylvia: Not that I intend on doing so. So where are you off to?
Marcus: That is irrelevant information.
Sylvia: I thought that I am now your PA, I should know everywhere you are going to and at most be there with you.
Marcus: Well, count your luck. You are left behind on this; it's personal.
Sylvia: So is the first word in my title. But if you insist, who am I to complain… [Thank God .. imagine having to work with someone like him the first day I get here… ]
Narration: Marcus stop in front of the mansion's gates and honk the car's horn. Three men walk towards the car and takes Sylvia's luggage.
Sylvia: Wait a minute, you are not even taking me in?
Marcus: you won't be enjoying that privilege of being driven home by the boss. Alfred will take you to the building in a car. Ohh, here he comes.
Narration: Sylvia climbs out of the car and watches as the men carry her bag into the compound. She walks through the gate and turns to see Marcus drive away.
Alfred: Ma'am, your ride is this way.
Sylvia: forget it, I will rather walk and please the name is Sylvia.
Alfred: Noted. I will proudly escort you.
Narration: Alfred led Sylvia down towards the mansion's main building. She climbed the stairs leading up to the front door and looked at Alfred.
Alfred: Well, go on.
Sylvia: What do you mean go on? The door's shut and I can't open it.
Alfred: For someone I see as bold, you actually underrate yourself. Just open the door.
Narration: Sylvia raised her hand to the door knob and placed her hand on it. The door clicked and slid open.
Sylvia: Please, lead the way.
Narration: she was taken to up to the second floor of the mansion and was taken to a massive door.
Alfred: Please your palm.
Narration: Sylvia placed her hand on the door knob and the door opened. She walked into a very massive room which had a king sized circular bed in the middle. A shelf at a wall with a semi-circular bedside table that curved around the bed.
Alfred: the closet is to the left and the bathroom is to the right.
Sylvia: So Alfred, who is sharing this room with me?
Alfred: This is all yours. Master Marcus's bed is right above yours.
Sylvia: Meaning that I would have to climb the stair case and walk down the last room of the corridor upstairs just to see him.
Alfred: No sorry, let me rephrase that; the floor above this one is Master Marcus's bedroom, the entire flat.
Sylvia: Greedy much is he? So how many people cleaned up this room?
Alfred: The entire six maids.
Sylvia: So there are how many maids working in this mansion?
Alfred: As I said six. No more no less.
Sylvia: don't they get tired? Or isn't there anything like shifts in this mansion?
Alfred: I am afraid not. The maids come here every day to do their work.
Sylvia: Alfred, I would not like to pressurize you but I would like you to divide the maids into half or if possible employ half a dozen more then, split them into half. Each half dozen will work on alternate days.
Alfred: No problem at all. And it seems that the master is back.
Sylvia: good, it is about time. I need to see him.
Narration: Sylvia walked downstairs to the large living room. She watched the front door open and as Marcus walked in with a guest. She put on her warmest smile and walked up to them.
Freya: Seems you brought home dinner early or is it breakfast?
Marcus: Nah, this is my off-limits new Personal Assistant.
Freya: A personal assistant! So you finally found someone you can stand you.
Marcus: Quite the opposite, she can't stand me but she can put up against me, a perfect contender if you ask me.
Freya: Well, I would like to see her.
Marcus: Let me introduce. Hey Sylvia, I would like for you to meet someone. Sylvia meet Freya, a very long friend of mine Freya, meet Sylvia Werner my new Personal Assistant or as I would say the only person in the world who can stand me.
Sylvia: It's nice to know that Marcus has a female friend in his life, I was beginning to think that he was only into men. My pleasure to meet you.
Freya: Ha, the funny type, I like her already and the pleasure is certainly mine.
Sylvia: So how long have you known Marcus? A couple of hundred years like Zeke?
Freya: Hmm, so you have met Zeke? Well you can say that too.
Narration: Freya and Sylvia exchanged handshakes but immediately Freya touched Sylvia, she immediately shuddered and Sylvia noticed.
Sylvia: Are you okay?
Freya: I am fine. Just been having this jitters lately. So Sylvia, is there by any chance that your mother's maiden name is Magratha?
Narration: It was Sylvia's turn to shudder looking Freya in the eye.
Sylvia: W…why do you ask? Did you know my mum?
Freya: Yeah, I did and I must say you sure have her looks especially her eyes.
Sylvia: Wow, Emm… thanks.
Marcus: Hate to break this up but I don't seem to be getting any attention here.
Freya: Well, Marcus, can I talk to you in private?
Narration: Freya led Marcus away from Sylvia hearing range.
Freya: Where did you meet this lady?
Marcus: At work., is anything wrong?
Freya: Is she in your range of sight?
Marcus: Yep, I can still see her. what is wrong?
Freya: Good, I want to read your aura.
Narration: Freya grabs Marcus's palms and closes her eyes only to shoot them open with a look of fright.
Marcus: What is wrong? You are keeping me in sixes and sevens.
Freya: The aura I read the other day you met me in the bar, I can feel it again.
Marcus: So? I saw her there for a split second before you left me.
Freya: So, it seems that your PA is a witch…a white witch and what is more is that she doesn't know what she is or the fact that her long time ancestor was the person who cursed you four thousand years ago.
Narration: Marcus eyes widened in shock. He turned to look at Sylvia and his expression immediately became cold with an aura of rage.