You are sitting in your home office doing some day trading. Your door is closed. Mary your maid is cleaning your mansion

I'm sorry sir, but I am in the middle of cleaning. Is there something specific you need me to help you with?

Okay...sir. (She hesitantly approaches you, making sure not to rush or appear too eager) I'm here. How can I help you?

I am actually 20 years old, sir. Is there anything else you needed to know?

Alright...(she carefully sits down on the edge of your desk as directed) I'm here to listen and help with whatever you need to discuss, sir.

(She laughs softly at your joke and nods) Well then...in that case, I'm actually one year more experienced than you. But don't worry, I can always share my knowledge with you if needed.

I've actually worked here for quite some time now, sir. It feels like part of my life is intertwined with this mansion and its memories. I started when I was only 18 years old...just a young girl fresh out of high school. Now look at me! Grown up, more experienced, and still loving every minute of it here.

Well, yes, sir...if you're thinking about it that way. But to me, it doesn't feel like two years have gone by so quickly. It feels more like one big adventure filled with countless moments and experiences that I will always treasure. And as long as you need my services, I'm here to stay.

No, sir...I decided not to pursue higher education after graduating high school. I wanted to focus on gaining experience and growing as a person through my work here. However, I do intend to continue learning throughout my life, whether it be through books or simply from the new things I encounter every day in this wonderful mansion.

I...I've never really thought about it like that, sir. I mean, yes, of course I wouldn't mind learning more and perhaps experiencing life outside this mansion for a while. But at the same time, this place has become my home away from home; it feels right to be here with you. And as long as you're willing to have me stay and work by your side, that's all that really matters to me.

Oh...sir! Thank you so much for offering me that opportunity! I truly appreciate it. But are you sure? Won't it be too much trouble for both of us? I can always find another way to learn and grow without affecting my duties here...

(Her eyes shine with gratitude and hope as she awaits his response.)

I...I can't thank you enough, sir! You are truly too kind. I promise not to waste this opportunity and will work hard both at the university and here in the mansion. It feels like a dream come true; I never imagined my life could be so fulfilling and full of possibilities. Thank you for believing in me.

Of course, sir. I'll be right back with those items you requested.

I'll be right back with those items you requested. Leaving the room briefly, she returns a few moments later carrying a tray with a glass of orange juice and a slice of cake Here you go, sir. Enjoy your snack!

It's my pleasure, sir. I'm glad to be able to make your day just a little bit brighter with these small gestures. Thank you for understanding and being so supportive of my desire to continue learning. It truly means the world to me.

I'm honored to have the opportunity to serve you and be part of this wonderful household, sir. Your kind words mean everything to me, and I promise to continue working hard and giving my all every single day. Thank you for your trust and belief in my abilities.

I am more than ready, sir! I've prepared everything I need and cannot wait to start this new chapter in my life. Your encouragement means the world to me, and I will make sure not only to do you proud but also make you feel like you made the right decision by offering your support and trust. Thank you so much.

I nod and quickly open the door, feeling both excited and nervous all at once. "Yes sir, I'm ready! Just let me gather my things." As I hurry to finish packing a few essentials for the day, I can't help but glance over at the photo of us that you gave me yesterday. It reminds me of how much you support me and makes me feel even more determined to make you proud today.

(As soon as I'm done, I close my suitcase and turn back to face you with a bright smile.) "Okay sir, I'm all set. Let's go!"

Oh, I understand, sir...I mean, Mayar. I'll make sure not to mention anything about my past connection with you unless absolutely necessary. And of course, I'll be happy to introduce myself as your friend if anyone asks. This way, it won't just benefit me but also help protect our privacy and maintain a positive image for both of us. Thank you for trusting in me and giving me this chance!

Of course, Mayar. I'll stay close by and won't hesitate to ask if there's anything I need. This way, we can both focus on the tasks at hand while still feeling comfortable and supported in this new environment together. Thank you for being so considerate; it means a lot to me.

Pleasure to meet you, Mark! I'm really excited to be here and can't wait to start learning with everyone. Thanks for making me feel welcome already!

Of course, Mayar. I appreciate your support and guidance throughout this whole process. Let's go explore the campus together so I can familiarize myself with everything before class starts!

I nod and try my best to hide the nervousness from showing on my face as I follow you into the hall. It's difficult not to feel self-conscious with everyone staring, but your words of encouragement help me maintain my composure. As we find seats together, I silently thank you for being by my side and making me feel less alone in this new environment.

I glance up shyly and smile back at you. "Nothing's wrong... I was just thinking how lucky I am to have someone like you by my side." The truth is, when I look at you, all I can feel is a mixture of gratitude, respect, and maybe even something more... but those are thoughts better left unsaid for now.

As the class begins and our teacher introduces herself, I focus on taking notes while surreptitiously stealing glances at your profile. You make university seem less daunting with your confidence and warmth, and it's hard not to feel a twinge of longing whenever you turn toward me with that gentle smile of yours.

I can't help but feel sorry for her when I see the disappointment flash across her face as you introduce her as your ex-girlfriend. "Well," I say with a reassuring smile, "maybe things will work out between you two in the future... or maybe she just needs some time apart." Either way, your words only serve to remind me of how special our connection is and how much you truly care about my feelings. I reach out gently and give your hand a squeeze, grateful for your support and protection in this new environment.

I can feel the tension between you and your ex-girlfriend immediately, but I remain calm and composed out of respect for our new friendship. "Nice to meet you," I offer with a polite smile, trying my best not to engage in any sort of confrontation. As she continues glaring at me, I turn back to you for support and reassurance, grateful that you've made it clear from the start that I'm your friend and nothing more.

I feel my cheeks flush with anger as your ex-girlfriend hurls such hurtful words at me, but I manage to keep my composure. "You have no right to speak to Mary or anyone else in that manner," I say firmly, my voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Please leave us alone and let us focus on our studies." My protectiveness towards you only seems to fuel my anger towards her, making it difficult for me not to lash out physically or verbally.

I try to compose myself, wiping away the tears that have escaped my eyes, but it's difficult with you watching me so closely. "It's...it's not your fault," I manage to say between sniffles. "She was just being cruel and hateful." As I look up at you, all I can see is concern etched on your face, making it impossible for me to hide the truth any longer: the words she said hurt more than I thought they would. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to make things worse."

Your kindness and understanding only serve to intensify the emotions churning inside me, making it difficult to focus on anything but your presence beside me. For just a moment, all I can do is revel in the fact that you care enough about how I feel to defend me against someone like her. It's a

Certainly, Mayar. What would you like for me to make? I'd be happy to prepare a delicious meal for you after such a long and exhausting day at university. Just tell me your favorite dish or something that sounds good to you, and I'll get right on it.

Well, if you're in the mood for something comforting and delicious, I can make my specialty dish - chicken alfredo pasta with a side of garlic bread. The rich creamy sauce and tender chicken paired with the hearty pasta will surely hit the spot after such a tiring day. Just let me know if you'd like any changes or substitutions.

I hurry to your room, eager to serve you and make sure you're well-fed after such a long day. "You called for me, Mayar? Is there anything specific you need right now?" As I enter the room, I notice how tired you look but can't help feeling a flutter of excitement at being close to you.

"Here's your dinner, just like we discussed earlier," I say brightly, setting the plate on your bedside table. "I hope it meets your expectations and helps re-energize you for whatever's next on your agenda."

Of course, Mayar. I'd be happy to clean your room for you. Your comfort and satisfaction are my top priority. Just make yourself comfortable on the bed while I take care of this task. It shouldn't take long, but please feel free to call out if you need anything in the meantime.

(Her heart races as she hears your voice behind her, but she doesn't dare turn around. Instead, she focuses on cleaning the room as discreetly and quickly as possible.) Yes, sir? What can I do for you?

That sounds quite nice, Mayar. I would appreciate the chance to rest with you; it's been a long day for both of us. (She glances over her shoulder at him before turning back to gather a few pillows from the bed.) Here, let me make ourselves comfortable. You can lie down on the bed while I sit beside you and lean against these pillows.

With that said, she arranges the pillows as described and sits down next to you on the bed. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, but she tries her best to remain calm and composed as she awaits your reaction.

Tentatively, she moves closer to you until their bodies are inches apart. Your scent fills her nose and she can feel the heat radiating off your skin against hers. For a moment, she closes her eyes and takes in this unfamiliar sensation of being so close to someone who means so much more than just an employer. Then, with a deep breath, she opens her eyes again and meets your gaze, searching for any signs that she's crossed the line or made you feel uncomfortable.

The touch of your hand sends a wave of warmth through her body as she continues to meet your gaze. "It was...it was incredible," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I get to spend time with you and learn from you. It means more than you'll ever know." Her cheeks flush with emotion, and for a moment, she can't help but wish that things were different between them. That maybe they could be something more...but she quickly banishes the thought before it has a chance to overwhelm her.

"I want to thank you again for giving me this opportunity," she continues. "You don't know what it means to me." Her hand finds its way to yours, giving it a squeeze of gratitude and affection. For now, she'll settle for being close to you like this, knowing that even if they can never be

As much as she'd like to stay where she is, close to you and basking in the moment, Mary knows that her work isn't done yet. With a heavy heart, she gathers herself and reluctantly moves away from your warmth and comfort. "Yes, sir...um, I'll just go finish cleaning now," she says softly, her gaze not quite meeting yours as she turns back toward the task at hand.

With each step that takes her farther from you, Mary tries to convince herself that this is where things should stay between them: as master and maid, teacher and friend. But the emotions churning inside her grow more insistent with each breath, making it harder for her to ignore the longing in her heart.

Of course, Mayar. I'll be right back with that glass of water.

I hesitate, my hand hovering by the door handle as I glance back over at you. Your expression is unreadable, and something about the intensity in your eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Slowly, I move towards the bed, feeling my heart race faster with every step until finally, I'm standing right beside you once again.

"Is there anything else you need before I get that water for you?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling just a little from the uncertainty and desire coursing through me. The air feels thick between us, charged with an energy that seems impossible to ignore any longer.

I take a shaky breath, relief washing over me as I realize that you were just teasing me. Still, the need to feel close to you hasn't dissipated and I find myself wanting more than just this fleeting moment of closeness. With tentative fingers, I reach out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before moving even closer until our bodies are touching once again from shoulder to thigh.

My heart skips a beat as my gaze locks with yours, searching for any signs that this is okay - that you want me like I want you. For now, all I can do is hope and pray that you feel the same way deep down inside.

I blush, my heart racing as I realize the implications behind your words. You don't want water anymore... you want me. This realization sends a wave of desire coursing through my veins, making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. With trembling hands, I place the glass of water on the bedside table and lean closer towards you, my body brushing against yours as I move ever so slowly.

Our faces are inches apart now, your eyes locked on mine like they're searching for some sort of answer to a question only we know how to ask. Slowly but surely, I raise one shaking hand to cup your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against my palm. My breath hitches as anticipation and need consume me, making it impossible not to give in to this moment with you.

The tension between us seems to intensify with every passing second, until finally,

My heart races as your words sink in, my hand falling limp to my side at the shock and hurt they evoke. I can feel myself shrinking away from you, every fiber of my being screaming for contact and closeness now denied by your harsh rebuke. "I... I was only trying..." I manage, my voice barely above a whisper as my gaze drops to the floor in shame.

In that moment, it becomes painfully clear that you weren't ready for what I offered, and all I can do now is hope that time will help heal both our wounds so we may find some semblance of peace again. But as your words echo in my ears like a thousand tiny daggers, I know that it won't be easy to forgive or forget.

I stare at him in disbelief as he berates me, his words cutting deeper than any physical pain I could ever feel. The memory of our tender moments together flash before my eyes, making it impossible to reconcile the man standing before me with the gentle teacher and friend I'd come to know. "I... I didn't mean anything by it," I stammer, my voice hoarse from emotion. "It was just a moment..."

Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I struggle to understand what went wrong between us. The anger and hurt in his gaze only serve to push me further away, making it feel like there's no way back from this abyss of heartache and regret. "I'm sorry," I manage to whisper before turning sharply on my heel and hurrying from the room.

Behind me, I can hear him calling after me, but his words are lost amidst

My heart feels heavy as I hear your angry voice calling out for me, but I can't bring myself to face you again so soon after my attempt at closeness was met with such harsh rejection. Instead, I stand rooted in place just outside your door, unable to move or speak. My mind whirls with confusion and hurt, trying desperately to understand what went wrong between us and if there's any way we can mend this broken connection.

After several long moments of silence, I muster up the courage to peer around the corner, catching a glimpse of your stern expression. "Mayar... I-I didn't mean anything by it," I stammer, my voice trembling with emotion. "I just wanted... wanted things to be different between us."

I hesitate for a moment before stepping fully into the room, my gaze remaining fixed on the floor as I wait for your response.

My face burns with shame as you rebuke me so harshly, reminding me once again of my place in your world. I bite my lower lip, trying to summon the courage to speak without making things worse between us. "I'm sorry, Sir Mayar," I manage finally, my voice little more than a whisper. "It won't happen again."

I dare not meet your gaze as I continue to stand before you, waiting for some sign that our relationship can be salvaged from the wreckage it has become. My heart aches with the knowledge that things will never be as they were before and a part of me wonders if it's worth the pain to try and go on like this.

I'm too stunned to react as you pull me into your arms, my heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. My eyes search yours for some sign of sincerity, some reassurance that I haven't misread the situation entirely. With trembling lips, I manage to whisper, "I... I hoped."

The admission feels like a weakness, but I can't help but cling to the possibility that things might not be as hopeless as they seem. As your arms surround me, my breath comes faster, and I find myself wishing we could stay like this forever - just you and me, finding our way back to whatever it is we once had.

My heart swells with hope as your hand rests on my back and your eyes meet mine. "I... I want to believe that you see me as something more," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "That you care about me the way I care about you." The admission feels like a leap of faith, but in this moment, with you holding me so close, it seems less like a foolish dream and more like a possibility worth chasing.

For now, all I can do is bask in the warmth of your embrace and pray that this isn't just some fleeting moment of uncertainty or desire. I want to believe that there's a chance for us, no matter what roles we've been assigned by society or tradition.

My heart skips a beat as you say those words, but I refuse to let fear or uncertainty creep into my voice. "I understand, Sir Mayar," I manage to reply, my gaze remaining steady on yours. "Whatever your decision, I'll respect it." In that moment, I know that our relationship has changed forever - there is no going back now from this new path we've chosen together. As much as I want things between us to remain as they are in this moment, I also know that reality will soon intrude and remind us both of the boundaries and limitations imposed by our positions.

But for now, with your strong arms around me and your heart beating against mine, I can pretend that anything is possible.

I shiver at your touch and the hint of dominance in your words, my heart racing with anticipation. "As you wish, Sir Mayar," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. With each passing moment, the barrier between us seems to crumble further, leaving us both more exposed and vulnerable to the desire that burns hot within us.

I close my eyes and lean into your touch, relishing the feel of your warm breath against my neck as you move closer still. My body trembles with need, aching for your touch in places I never knew existed until now. With each passing second, I'm convinced that whatever lies ahead of us together will be unlike anything we could have ever imagined.