In the Event of the Unexpected.

Chapter 9 [Discoveries.]

Chapter 9;

Discoveries

Initially when I entered the house, my only thoughts were, “I have to clean this?” and I began to panic, I honestly hadn’t realised what I’d got myself into until now.

There was just so much to clean, to do!

And by the looks of it, it didn’t look like it had had a good clean for over 10 years.

I hated putting myself in this situation, but if I wanted answers I was going to have to start searching.

I heard the clack of heels against the marble flooring; I stood awkwardly in the doorway as Chase’s Mother came to greet me. Her hair was done up in a beehive, and she wore far too much makeup and she stunk like a whores handbag. She looked like someone who was trying too hard to get attention, because maybe her husband wasn’t giving it to her anymore. Whatever the reason for her over attempt to look good, she looked awful.

She gave me a bright, toothy smile and shook her bangs from her face. But she had so much hairspray in that the whole doo wobbled like a jelly, I shuddered.

If this was what being over 50 was like, I wanted to postpone it for as long as possible.

“You must be our new cleaning girl.” She still had the grin etched on her face, but it wavered slightly at ‘cleaning’ like it was beneath her that she couldn’t even say the word.

“Yes, I’m Emma. Chase set me up with the job.” I nodded back; I detested the woman already after 5 minutes of being in her company another 3 hours was going to unbearable.

“Well Emily, I will show you where the cleaning products are and then leave you to it. The sculptures upstairs I want a thorough dust on them and then use the polish. I want to be able to see my face in them. And the upholstery on the sofas in the lounge, could you please put them on a wash for 30 minutes and use the nice softener? We have guests tomorrow and I want them to smell fresh.  Remember they cannot be put into the tumble dryer as they will shrink. And goodness knows I haven’t got the time to go out and buy replacements!” she didn’t pause for breath through her whole spiel and it completely washed over my head. This was going to be torture. “Don’t just stand there looking gormless Emily, do you understand what I’m saying?” she asks patronizingly.

“Uh,” I stutter, “yes, sorry. Just… processing it all.”

“Well I’m glad, the last cleaner we had did everything wrong. I had to fire her. She ruined near everything in my home and nothing was ever fresh.” She glares at me accusingly as if it is somehow my fault. “Well anyway, I am sure you’ll do a lot better than she did.”

Suddenly the wench snaps her head down to her pocket, and pulls out a vibrating phone.

Her long, white fingers angrily press down on the answer button and her piercing voice starts to shout down it. “Danny? Where are you? The cleaner is here and I want you to meet her!” she pauses to listen. “Stuck at the office? Again? That’s the third time this week. Whatever, I won’t be waiting up for you.” She snaps the phone down and stares at me for a minute before resuming her smile as if everything is fine.

“Come with me, I’ll show you the rooms I want cleaned and where I keep the supplies.” She begins to walk away, through the kitchen and disappears behind a wall.

All I had to do to find her was listen for the clack of her heels.

After listening to her ramble for a further half an hour about what rooms to clean how to make them spotless, she finally shuts up and turns to look at me one more time, “I expect a good job Emily, I’m paying you £5.50 an hour.”

“It’s Emma, and I appreciate it, I won’t let you down.” I feel I should curtsey or something, the woman evidentially thinks she is royalty.  Someone really needed to knock her down a peg.

Her phone starts to ring again, and she sighs angrily. “Look Danny I don’t want to – oh Henry! Yes of course! I will come down right away!” her voice is giggly like a high school girls.

It looked to me that she had some skeletons hiding in her closet.

She looks up at me, holding a hand over the phone so ‘Henry’ couldn’t hear our conversation, “Emily, I’m going to have to leave you here, I hope that you get on well. I’ll be back before you have gone, so don’t panic.” She puts her ear back up to the phone, “I’ll be over in 20 minutes!”

She gives me one small nod, and then she’s off, scuttling down the hallway out the door, I hear the rev of her car as she pulls out of the driveway.

It struck me as odd how the woman was in such a hurry, but I wasn’t here to dig up that kind of information, I had to find answers for something else.

But I suppose before that I’d better do some work.

Only problem is, I have never done an ounce of cleaning in my whole entire life.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?!

Oh God help me.

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