Page 22 of Maid for Her Snow Beast

Speaking of which, Nora gave me a more detailed email asking me to take care of possible overnight guests.

If they are anything like me, they will be impressed just by staying here.

I’ve always wanted to run my own own bed-and-breakfast. And this house is perfectly situated for it. Being up here on the mezzanine where I can look over the entire first floor and great room is one of my favorite views of the entire house. Here I can daydream and have it filled with people who love to be together and especially who love to be in this house.

I try not to be too attached. Every minute, I need to remind myself that I don’t live her. It kills me, though, since this house is absolutely perfect for me.

If I were to pick my most favorite view would be this one it would be the balcony off the master bedroom suite.

My feet take me there anyway of their own accord.

The suite itself is spacious and takes up the back corner of the south facing area.

It has a balcony with views that taken the mountains the forest and the lake. It’s as if it were plugged right from my Vision Board.

This can fit a bistro set easily and with a couple of comfy, indoor outdoor chairs this would be very comfortable in indeed.

I make a note about the landscaping back here. The fresh batch of snowfall the last few days have made everything a shimmering white, but I know beneath it all are brambles and rocks.

When—or if—the snow decides to stop piling up, there maybe some clean up needed.

But that’s just some thing to tag on that is optional, especially since it will likely be too cold to do any outdoor entertaining. Still, I make a note to send to Nora later.

They make my way back into the house pretty much done for the day. Maybe I can get a headstart on a meal and, maybe see if I can try my hand at cooking or baking a loaf of bread that I’ve been craving.

I skip down the stairs and a golden streak whirrs in front of me. It looks like one of Torben’s drones. I follow it until it comes to rest in the front entryway mirror.

It rests in a decorative knob in the frame in the mirror itself comes to life.

It ripples like silver liquid. “Valve? Val do you hear me?”

“Tor is that you?”

“The signal is a little wavy. I will adjust that later.” He says more himself than to me. “Are you busy? Am I interrupting?”

“No I was actually on my way into the kitchen anyway what can I help you with?“

“Would you mind coming down to my laboratory for a few minutes. I wanted to show you some thing.”

“All right. I’ll be right down.”

I swallow down my nervousness. We haven’t really spoken since the first night just a few things here and there, but for some reason, I had the impression that he was upset.

It’s almost as if I was being called down to the principal‘s office in school.

Oh my gosh is he going to fire me? I rack my brain wondering what it is. I could’ve done to have offended him. Maybe he didn’t like me after all? Maybe he didn’t want me borrowing his books maybe I should’ve brought them back.

By the time I knock on his office door, I’m a wreck.

He opens the door and the first thing I blurt out of my mouth. “Please don’t fire me.”

He tilts his head. “Why would I ever set you on fire?”

I laugh. “I meant if I’m going to be let go from this job just tell me now.”

“I wasn’t going to do any of those things. If I were, I would’ve said.”

I breathe relief. “I’m sorry I just got really nervous thinking that I did something wrong.”

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