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schmudget. She needed a new pair of panties. And some bras. And probably some lotions. Hell, she needed everything in that store.
    As always, Mariana cleaned the kitchen and common living areas. Those were not hard to clean as it seemed Scott didn’t do too much entertaining other than his bedroom. If Scott cooked, Mariana was never able to tell. His kitchen was absolutely spotless as if he never stepped foot inside it ever. Despite how monstrous Scott’s home was, Mariana was never there for more than two hours at best. She spent most of the time cleaning Scott’s bedroom of sin.
    Once she finished the front part of the house, Mariana finally made her way to Scott’s bedroom. His bedroom was simple but contemporary. There were a few abstract pictures on the walls and two end tables that flanked the California King size bed. There was a fireplace in the center of the room and one of the walls was mirrored from the roof to the floor. Mariana immediately thought about the infamous scene in American Psycho with Christian Bale. She wondered how many women had to be subjected to Scott’s flexing while he was behind them.
    But there was one thing about Scott that Mariana that had always amazed her: he was alone but never lonely. Though it took some time, Mariana finally got over the feeling of disgust she had when she often had to clean up after his dates. From spilled lubrication to wastebasket full of used condoms to torn panties strewn on the floor, Mariana was used to the freaky nights of her boss. She knew better to ask too many questions and often pretended she didn’t see anything when she occasionally saw the numerous bottles of KY jelly in the trashcan.
    That day, however, Scott’s bedroom was surprisingly clean. Maybe he had a slow night , she smirked. She straightened up some other areas and began to put his underwear away in the second drawer of the dresser when she stopped. The curiosity of the first drawer was bugging her. It wasn’t locked and it wasn’t protected in any way.
    Clean everywhere. Sweep, mop, do whatever you got to do. I just want it spotless. Oh, and one other thing: do not open this top drawer.
    She was to never open it. Mariana never questioned why and just took the direction with no questions asked. What was so important that she couldn’t open the drawer? What was so secretive? Was it important documents? Money? Pictures? What in the fuck was so damn important to Scott? Looking around the room, Mariana slowly slid open the drawer. Stunned didn’t begin to describe her reaction.  
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    “She canceled? Again? Is it her PMS or is she just a bitch like I think she is?” Scott huffed over the phone. The one thing he hated more than anything was the feeling someone else was wasting his time.
    “She apologizes for the inconvenience but she wanted to go to her son’s Little League game.” Scott’s boss, Michael, tried to calm his employee’s infamous temper.
    “Oh, the nanny must’ve had a date tonight.” Scott knew how his clients operated. They didn’t give a damn about their kids.
    “She’s already rescheduled for next week. She wants our services, Ice.”
    “Look, I’m heading back to the house. I wasn’t that far away. I stopped at Starbucks to get some coffee so I’m just a mile away from my house. Call me if anything changes.” Scott hung up and headed home.  Working for a prominent PR firm, he often had to change his schedule to suit the needs of his clients. Sometimes, it annoyed him. Often, he used the free time to ride on his motorcycle or put an extra hour in at the gym. There were some perks to being the most successful account executive.
    He headed back to his home to change clothing and go for a jog before his date tonight.  The woman, Amber, he didn’t really care for. She was too much like his other conquests: bubbly, big-breasted, and money-hungry. He couldn’t tell if she really wanted to fuck him or his car. However, Scott needed to get laid and Amber