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Olivia walked up the huge porch on the huge house and rang the huge white doorbell. She heard the echoey sound of "Pachalbel's Cannon" playing inside. Was that the doorbell? she wondered. Her heart beat slightly fast as she anticipated meeting the famous movie star, actor in two of the newest and most popular action films: Endearing Guns, a romantic action, and Monopoly Isn't About the Thimble. His rising fame was something that wasn't being expected to stop soon.
Olivia took a breath and let it out slowly and quietly. She wanted to be calm and cool and professional; she prayed silently that she would not turn into a raving fan or a bumbling maid.
"I might not even meet him," said Olivia to herself. "He'd probably have a maid answer the door. Oh, wait...I am the maid." Groaning frustratedly, she jumped slightly when the door opened.
In front of her stood the real life Walter Boston, dressed in casual clothes that were different than what he wore in his movies so far. He had no makeup on, so his face was plainer and less stunning, though he was still very handsome. His medium brown hair was a typical looking cut that was neither too shaggy nor too well-groomed. He towered several inches above Olivia, and his excellent posture on stage was obviously a real thing by the way he stood. Still, he didn't look uncomfortable by the straightness of his back and shoulders. Rather, it was a dignified but relaxing pose. Olivia took in all these thoughts in a matter of seconds. She also knew that the longer she stood there and stared at him, the more awkward it would be and the more embarrassing she would remember it as later. So she took a quick breath and replied, "Good afternoon, I'm from Ray of Hope Maid Service." Oh, why did I have to have a title like that to come from? she thought in agony. It sounds so unprofessional. But, anyway, that part is not my problem. Oh, Olivia, stop worrying about stupid things.
"Oh, you must be the new maid," said the famous actor with a smile. Olivia wasn't particularly a big fan of this actor, and she certainly didn't want to act like other girls she knew, but she couldn't help but notice her heart speeding up slightly at that smile. A famous actor smiled at me! Olivia thought. But then she realized what she had just thought, and she chagrined herself mentally. No, Olivia, she said. You may not turn into a screaming and fainting fan girl! I forbid it! Mr. Boston is just like any other person. He's just one that lots of people know about. Get it together, girl!
"Come on in," said Walter Boston, and he ushered her inside, closing the door for her. After Olivia had scolded her mind harshly, she felt slightly more professional, but the awkward feeling did not dissipate completely.
Walter Boston walked past her and out of the hallway, and Olivia obediently followed. She found herself wanting to walk straighter, and then wanted to chasten herself again, but she finally decided that it was okay to want to walk straighter, so she did.
Finally, they reached a large room that looked like a living room. A young girl, maybe 12 or 13 years old, was slumped on the floor in front of a huge couch, playing a video game on a ginormous TV. The room was well lit, and another large doorway led into what looked like a giant kitchen. Olivia took in her surroundings quickly, and then turned to Walter Boston, as he was addressing her.
"Okay, I'm not sure if the agency told you what you're going to do on Mondays and Wednesdays?" the actor asked her.
"Not really," Olivia answered reluctantly. "Just that I'd be doing whatever you said."
"Okay," answered the man. "Well, then. Today, what we need you to do is to take down all the curtains in all the rooms, and then bring them downstairs into our laundry room. Our laundress will wash them tonight; she comes every evening. That should probably take you most of the hour. Tomorrow, part of your job will be to wash the windows and dust them, and then on Wednesday, you'll need to put all the clean curtains back up on the windows. That'll be done about once a month or every two months."
Olivia nodded at the young man as he spoke, trying to pay full attention, yet trying not to appear like a dog, hanging on his every word. Her mind wobbled back and forth as she listened, so she was surprised when she found herself coherently able to understand what he was saying.
"Do you have any questions?" Walter Boston asked, looking at her intensely, yet with a kindness in his gaze.
"It seems pretty easy," said Olivia. "Just so long as I know exactly which rooms to do."
"All of them," answered the actor.
"All of them?" Olivia asked, just to be sure. "So, if there's any room or door anywhere, I have permission to go into it? Nothing's off limits?"
"Nothing's off limits," answered Walter Boston. "Some of the rooms may not have curtains, so if you can't find the curtains in the room, don't freak out. Just move onto the next one."
Olivia nodded. "Here," Walter Boston said, gesturing to Olivia to follow him. "I'll show you where the laundry room is, and then I'll show you how to take off the curtains." He led the way past the kitchen and through another room until he came to a giant brown door with a dull gray doorknob.
"In there is the laundry room," he said. "If you have trouble getting the curtains down there, just let me know." Then he tapped a huge cart by the door that looked like a shopping cart, only double the size in both width and depth, and said, "This is what you can put the curtains in. It won't go up and down stairs, so you'll have to leave it at the feet or the tops of stairs when you do the upper or lower rooms, alright?"
"Yes," answered Olivia. Now that she was getting instructions and the amazement of being with a movie star was beginning to wear off, she was able to get into her practical "work mode", where she processed every detail and locked it away in her brain so that she could do the most efficient work possible without having to re-ask for instructions. She followed Walter Boston back out to the living room, where he showed her how to lift off the curtains from the things that attach them to the wall. Then he put the curtain in the cart, and the attach-y thingy on the floor by the window.
"So, do you think you've got it?" asked the actor with a smile.
"Take of all the curtains in every single room and put it in the cart; no rooms are forbidden but some may not have curtains, and if so, don't freak out; cart can't go up or down stairs, bring it to the laundry room when I'm done, and if I have questions or need help in transporting the curtains to the laundry room, ask you," Olivia said quickly but coherently. "Where will I find you?"
"Oh, I'll be in the kitchen," he said, "Which is right through there." He pointed into the room that she had assumed was the kitchen.
"I assumed that was the kitchen," she said, smiling slightly. "Yay! I was right."
Walter Boston laughed, and said, "Well, good." He started into the kitchen to leave Olivia to her work, but then he turned and said, "By the way, what's your name? Sorry I forgot to ask."
"I'm Olivia," said Olivia. Not sure whether or not she should add her last name to that, she ended with, "Olivia Dillison."
"Walter Boston," said Walter Boston, and he reached out his hand to shake hers. His shake was firm and steady. Olivia smiled at him in surprise. Well, at least he's friendly, she thought. I would've expected most movie stars to not even acknowledge their hired help!
"Nice to meet you, Olivia," he said, turning to go into the kitchen.
"Thanks; you too, Mr. Boston," she said. Once he was in the kitchen, she took a deep breath and went to work.