-Dorothy Davis, the maid-

I was on the elevator grabbing the doors so the girls could come right in and enter the place with the cleaning carts. Every once in three days I and three maids would come to the top apartment to make a big cleanse. Although we had other residents with strict rules in cleaning Mr.Maxwell startled all of them, he was a very neat and rigid man about cleaning his house.

It was 8 am now and the girls were already chatting happily, they had between their 20s and 30s, but that had its perk to me, I was the ruler maid in other words the maids chief, I was the only one allowed in the apartment and they could only enter with me. I had been the same regular man since Mr.Maxwell first moved here, when he had 21, he has now 27, they grow fast, don't they?

He was always a quiet boy, and I grew up quite attached to him, although he never complain about anything, about my work or his work whenever he came home, he never would say when he was sick or when he was down yet along the way I found myself caring for this little boy, I felt like a gandmother to him, I would make him soup whenever he looked paler and breaded steaks when his dark circles were visible.

I started to feel like family since I'd never seen his family in the house, not his mother nor father, although I knew they existed through the small talk on the phone that I heard. In my perspective, very different from the others, Mr.Maxwell was a nice man with a soft heart but massive stone walls around it, I think life guided him to have a strong personality, we all know we aren't born mean which he hasn't he was just very strict and he liked and respect people who knew how to do their jobs.

In my opinion, he was just a very lonely boy. Who was trying everything to succeed. Sometimes I wish I could just hug him and tell him everything was going to be alright like I did to my sons.

"I've heard he is cheating on her" Priscilla said, Priscilla was one of the maids, she was a small figurine with straight black hair, and long nails who didn't help her clean correctly and always used those headbands with flowers and sparkles.

"I've heard he his gay" Yolanda mentioned next making the other girls laugh. Yolanda was a tall and strong girl, she talked too much but was great at cleaning.

"Well, I've heard she is cheating on him with his assistant" Rebecca giggled. She was the most coveted of the girls and maids in the entire hotel. She was known for her hourglass shape and her big breasts who weren't always that big like her eyelashes or her mouth. I had never seen her a day without makeup on. Not to mention she has been a few times on the line of being fired due to some rumors of her weird visitations to some residents' places.

"Don't you have a life? Do you have to occupy yourselves with other people's lives?" I questioned looking at them disappointed. They looked down ashamed of their behavior but the being maid was also that. As maids without waiting the rumors would always reach our ears, it was almost like the bible yet the bible of the building, we would see everything within those four walls of each resident and we could not pretend we were deaf, I would be mute one of the reason's Mr.Maxwell trusted me, but these girls? They loved good gossip and the word would spread amongst the rest of the employees, the stories would mix and get more complete our incomplete, some words would change and the gossip would grow to bigger scandals and also bigger lies.

"I'm sorry Dorothy" They said in unison

"But Dorothy" Rebecca began "Do you think they love each other? I never seen them being lovely to each other"

I thought about a question and the truth was neither did I. The past month I've been taking care of those two hasn't made me doubt a single time they did not love each other. I just saw them fight but they fought like an old married couple making me remember of my Robert and I, my husband and I fought like them all the time at the end of the day that's what marriage is about fighting and then making truces. Fighting means they communicate and hear each other although it doesn't look like it at first, it makes them get to know each other I learned that through the years, and a couple who fights like them is surely a healthy couple. There are some types of fights that are good others not so good but when they talked to each other and push each other buttons I always try not to laugh, they surely have heated moments but that will make them only stronger in the future.

Mr. Maxwell was never a man who I thought I would marry or even date. He had only eyes to his work, he would have some flings that's true, a lots of them to be clear so the announcement that he was marrying surely felt weird to me but that was only until I met her.

Miss. Eleonora was like a fresh-of-breath hair, she would light up the room, and whenever I saw her simple presence brought a smile to my face. Always wanted to help and to laugh, since I met her I would something find myself laughing at things she said days ago. She was funny and spontaneous the total opposite of Mr.Maxwell but that was what made them so perfect for each other. They were the perfect balance.

"I do yes" I said confident of my answer, if they weren't then they deceived me very well

"I never would think 2 months ago Mr.Maxwell would marry. I still remember that week he brought three different girls upstairs" Yolanda said giggling, my face dropped at her comment and they saw how upset I was

"No more talking about your boss's lives! If they know or just image what is coming out of your mouths they will not hesitate in firing all of you and making sure you never work as maids here or in any place else" the door opened as I said my last words "Now go off, and work!" They nodded their heads pushing the carts inside the apartment I took a look around and to say I was shocked was little.

The kitchen was a complete mess. I could see the amount of plates on the sink still wanting to be washed along with the cups on the counter. The kitchen island ad bags of chips, and peanuts opened and the spaghetti pot was still there like I left it yesterday. The trash was full and with five bottles of wine next to it.

"What happened here?" Rebecca questioned reading my mind and probably the other girls too

I scanned the place to found an adorable and messy scene. Near the couch there they were both next to each other sound asleep.

The center table and the floor were full of boxes of games and cards everywhere. Two glasses and two empty bottles of red wine near them over the table.

Both sat on the floor their backs against the comfortable beige couch. Miss Eleonora had her head laid on the couch seat sleeping peacefully. Above her head but touching it was Mr.Blaze who had his head held with his hand his elbow perched on the sofa behind her head, by his position it seemed that he had fallen asleep watching her.

How will I wake these two up? "They look cute" Tanya whispered seeing them in the floor near each other

"Go back to work" I whispered they got on their feet walking away.

I inclined my torso, not too much I'm too old for gymnastics " Mr.Maxwell? Mrs.Elleonora?  I need to clean this.." I whispered, but they didn't hear so I tried a bit louder

"Mr.Maxwell?Mrs. Eleonora?" I said louder

"CheckMate" Miss Ella said startled hitting her head in Mr.Blaze's chin also waking him up. I flinched when I saw her hit him.

"Ouch" he fliched quickly taking his hand to his chin

"My head" She said rubbing her hair

"Don't blame my chin. That's your hangover!" he said pointing at her

"I'm not hangover"  she inclined her torso to the front taking her hands to her forehead and resting her elbows in the center table

"you are" he implied

"I am not" she fired back

"You are"

"Stop being loud" she demanded hitting her forehead with her hand

"Sir?" I said catching Mr.Maxwell's attention "I'm going to clean downstairs first. You may want to go upstairs to take a shower "

"Yes, Thank you Miss.Davis. We will go now" He said standing up grabbing her arm trying to help her up, making her abruptly shake her arm

"I can stand up by myself"

"Sure you can" he said looking at her with an unamused face, I tried to hide my laugh at the two. Starting to place the games on the right boxes

"I'm sorry for the mess Dorothy" she pouted looking at me, he took her arm making her stand up

"It's ok miss" I smiled, I watched him take her upstairs a hand over her hip and her arm over his shoulders helping her on her way up while she kept saying she could go by herself.

- - -

Blaze

"Aren't you stubborn?" I asked more like a statement because she was stubborn

"I could come up alone" She told me, once we passed through the bedroom door she fell over the bed in a dramatic way.

"Go take a shower" I demanded watching her curl up in the bed

"You take a shower" she fired back "I'll just stay right here till you shower then I'll go"

"No you're going first" I responded, she was pulling the pillows over her and placing them under her head

"We don't you go to one bathroom and I go to the other?"

"Because we have 4 more people in the house who think we are seriously married. Wouldn't it be weird to not share a bedroom with the person you're married to?" I asked proving my point

"No! I bet they wouldn't even care" she stated

"That's because you don't know how gossip they are" I mentioned walking to the dressing room and choosing the suit for today

"You're so complicated. I'm gonna go to the other bedroom" I heard her say trying to get up

"No you're not, you are clearly not ok. What if you faint or hit your head?" I asked looking at her blushed face and shut her eyes

"Then I guess you'd stay wifeless" she said with a tone of sarcasm I rolled my eyes and watched her getting up

"I'm going to take a shower. I think I'm still drunk" I saw her rubbing her head. Once I couldn't see her anymore I looked over my ties deciding which one to use today. But flashes of last night appeared in my head, it was amazing how she was to push my buttons making me test my limits and challenging me, I had never been challenged like that.

All my life since I was born I had a plan, my life was traced I knew what I was going to be before I even think about it, and everyone around me would tell me my future and how it was supposed to turn out. I was the first and only person to challenge myself, no one dared ever cross that line with me as she did.

To other people, if I said no it was very clear, although to her it meant nothing. She wanted to know more and more, trying to know everything she could just so she could know my weakness and my breaking points, as she did with the house interior, questioning my work ethic, or saying that I was afraid to lose when I clearly never lose.

She was a very smart enemy, whom I underestimated. Because in her perspective we were mere enemies that's what she realized when we played UNO, she kept saying that UNO was a destroyer of friendships, turning friends into enemies, although to us made no difference since we were already enemies. I blame the alcohol, I knew she was weird and acted like a child with a bit of alcohol in her blood the condition had gotten worse.

I heard the shower turn off by now I grabbed my phone seeing the dozen of texts of Connor saying he forgot the papers. The door opened and I started writing down a text I saw her barefoot while looking at the phone.

You can come by around 9. I will give you the papers

While writing the text I took a quick glimpse, I didn't mean to but my subconscious won, it wasn't even a second, but the image was vivid in my head. Her bareback and a black towel around her, her hair was wet and water was falling from her shoulders to her back, I saw her lumbar spine and for some reason I found it extremely attractive not that she wasn't attractive but I can't think of her like that.

I took my hand to my head rubbing it firmly, she is just a business partner and I think she is quite ok... That's all.

I got up not wanting to think even a second more about it, I walked in the bathroom, turned on the shower and took a quick bath.