'Housekpeeper needed'? Hmm...

You eye the ad in the paper for some time. 'Housekpeeper needed'? Was it the paper's fault of leaving a typo, or was it deliberate? Whatever it was, the pay seemed pretty high for an assumed housekeeper. You've always been pretty good at cleaning a house ever since your parents put you through those horrible days of cleaning up after parties and family gatherings. They never even paid you enough. For the same grueling work for three times higher the pay? You don't see why not.

You gave the number a call. It was a personal ad, so the number you were calling was a house number. Some moments after waiting, someone picked up. A sultry feminine voice rang in your ear.

"Hello? Davidson residence?"
"Uh, yeah. Hi! I'm calling about the... housekpeeper ad... you put up in the paper? Is it still open?"
"Yes. It still is.... Are you the Anderson boy?"
"Actually, yes. How did you know?"
"... Good. You're hired. Come on over in the morning."

After hanging up, you have a good feeling about where this was going. All that was left was to sleep and wait until morning. When the time finally came, you were bounding out of the house, ready to start earning a bit of cash. It was a short drive to the address. It was a small town so pretty much anywhere in the suburbs seemed close to home. You could even walk but you thought it would be best to save your energy for the work ahead.

When you came up to the house, you parked in the driveway. It was a house like any other in the neighborhood. Almost like yours. A neatly maintained front yard. Two storey building. A spacious backyard and a single car garage. Stepping up to the frontdoor, you make yourself presentable before knocking.