Mia the house cleaner

Mia was a professional housecleaner. She arrived at her latest customer, a wealthy family in Beverly Hills. As she entered she was greeted at the door by the woman who owned the house, a wealthy socialite name Abigail.

“Ah, you’re right on time!” Abigail said as she picked up her purse. “I’m going to brunch with some coworkers. My son Steven is here.”

“Your son?” Mia asked, slightly annoyed.

It was always awkward having an audience watch her work.

“Oh, he won’t be any trouble.” Abigail reassured her. “He’s just playing video games.”

Abigail left and Mia set down her cleaning supplies. She saw a young man, probably around 18, in the den with a controller. He grinned at her.

“You look nice.” Steven said.

Abigail cringed. She wore her most comfortable clothes while she cleaned. Now she was wearing a tank top, crocs and drawstring baggy pants. Nothing particularly ‘nice’, but this dork was clearing leering at her.

“Thank you.” She said, trying to be professional.

Then she began cleaning, though she could feel Steven’s eyes on her as she set about work…