Wait, that didn’t happen, now did it? Claire rubbed her eyes. It had been a dream. She was still in the mansion, sleeping on her boss’s bed. The morning sun was shining on her face from the open window… The sun?! She had fallen asleep for the whole night! Damnit! Well, at least Claire saved herself the commute back and forth. Time to get to work...
Nope, she couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed and begin the herculean task of cleaning the house back to normal. Claire tucked herself back in. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt anyone, now would they?
“Relax, my mother isn’t coming home. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”
“I don’t… whoa, did something happen here? Was there a break-in?”
Huh, Claire was dreaming some voices now. She had a vivid imagination.
“What the?! Maybe? Why weren’t the alarms tripped? Did they steal anything?!”
That wasn’t a dream! That was her boss’ daughter, the little princess was back! And she had some friends by the sound of it.
A jolt ran down Claire’s whole body, and she leaped out of bed. What was she going to do? Her mind was a whirlwind. “Wait, I know!” She snapped her fingers. “I’ll grab my clothes, jump outside and then knock on the door like I’m arriving to work. I’ll be all like, what happened here!? Did someone rob the mansion? They’ll never know...”
“Did you hear that?”
“Sounded like someone snapping her fingers. It came from upstairs, come on!”
“Eep!” Claire wrapped the sheet over her chest and tiptoed outside the room in a hurry, not even wasting time to grab her boss clothes for herself. Her plan was easier said than done. How was she going to sneak around the spoiled princess, get her clothes, and then get back out? Well, she would do it one step at a time. First, she had to get down to the ground floor. Claire started roaming down the hallway when-
“So what, we are going to jump the intruder and hope he is unarmed?”
“No, dumbo, that’s what this frying pan is for! We’ll knock him right out.”
Footsteps! People! Ok, time to rethink her plan. Priority one, hiding! Claire entered the first room to her left, almost tripping over her feet. The sheet was quite long and dragged her back a bit. The long fabric was leaving a trail behind her.
“Luna, look! That sheet on the floor, I think it twitched. And did you hear that? It sounded like a mouse squawking.”
“The intruder is probably in that room. Shh.” Luna and her merry band of friends, all young women dressed like they jumped out of the cover of Vogue, surrounded the door. Luna was no exception. The young beauty was slim, had flawless chocolate skin, and wild, dark hair flowing around her shoulders. She looked a lot like her painting, truth be told.
The heiress counted down with her fingers. Three, two, one. “AAAAAAAHHHHH!” The woman opened the door with a thunderous war cry. “Hey, it’s empty.” Indeed, the guest room only had an empty bed and an open window.
“I guess it was actually a mouse.”
Luna walked to the window, took a look under it, and closed it behind her. “I don’t know. Let’s spread out, see if we can find any trace of our intruder.”
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