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Henry stared at the screen in front of him in thought. On the brightly lit monitor was a job listing titled “Housekeeper Needed for Mansion in New Orleans, LA”. Henry scanned the wording over and over again, his mouse hovering over the “Post Listing” button.
After his last housekeeper Renee was arrested for attempted murder, the dark and brooding heir to the Bolet inheritance quickly realized that keeping a several hundred year old mansion clean was no easy task. He was finally at the point where he’d sorted his uncles finances enough to determine what Renee was being paid exactly (which in his eyes was way above her pay grade). Now he just needed to find a replacement. Which was, believe it or not, even harder than his attempt to dust the dining room chandelier yesterday.
This was the tenth job posting he’d written up this month and still all he’d gotten were an excess of spam in his mailbox. He had edited the terms now what felt like hundreds of times. But, he supposed a giant, old mansion that others were now calling “cursed” after the news coverage it got thanks to Ned Nickerson’s nosy girlfriend, wasn’t the most exciting place to work at.
He read the terms one more time and sighed. Moving his fingers away from the mouse and back to the edit button, he tapped a few more words into the “benefits” section.
Housing included. He typed grimly.
He had already determined giving away Renee’s old room would be a last resort. He hated that Renee stayed in the mansion, and much preferred his seclusion. But, if it would entice someone even slightly more to click “apply” he was willing to add it.
He read the wording one more time, overthinking every detail.
”Housekeeper needed…” He mused aloud staring at the title, “Is that too desperate? Maybe something less urging would be better?”
He deleted a few characters, the type bar blinking back at him. What sounded better than “needed”? Wanted? Hoped for? Please?
Racking through his mental vocabulary he glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2am. His brain was on fumes.
“Housekeeper Desired…” He mumbled as he typed in the edit. Then he scanned it one more time through tired eyes and clicked Post.