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Miss Anderson had arrived at the mansion looking for a job. It said there was available for a maid, and while she hadn't ever been a full-time maid, she had done a other jobs that she was sure would have given her the skills needed to do such a position.

She noticed it seemed sedate at the mansion, and she noticed she was the only person parked where the guests were to be parked. Was she too late? Did she get the wrong place?

She got out of her car and walked to the main door, wondering if her outfit was the wrong look for such an interview. She shrugged. If they didn't like it, then she wouldn't want to work her anyway. She rang and was let in quickly by an old butler, who looked at her with something resembling amusement. It was hard to tell, though, as he seemed quite good at hiding it.

She was led to a small waiting area outside an office and barely had a chance to sit before she was let in.

He was not what she was expecting. She was expecting an elderly man, and he middle-aged and a bit handsome. He bid her to sit and they talked for a moment, and she noticed quickly that he seemed to not be asking her any questions directly about the job. They seemed to be all questions about her previous jobs and a bit about herself.

After a few minute, he looked up at her and smiled.

"Unfortunately the maid position has been filled, but I have another one in mind for you. I think you'll be perfect."

He was right, he thought as he stood in front of a small gated entrance to his mansion. No family nearby, not much in the way of friends, no lease on an apartment,, she could disappear and no one would really notice it. Not only was she an easy mark, but her body... he smiled as he stood there, loving the outfit she had picked out. You know he thought, red and white just might be my colors as a woman!