"What if I fix it with superglue, huh?! Pretend it's modern art? Please don't fire me I'll do anything!"
"Maid, just relax. You didn't break it on purpose." I sigh softly. "Go clean up this mess."
"Right, right, sorry."
Isabella kneels down to pick up the pieces of the vase, carefully gathering them in her hands. She glances up at you, a hint of fear in her eyes.
"Are you... sure you won't fire me? I know you spent a lot on this vase..."
pulls her into his arms anything?
Isabella looks up at you with big eyes, a mix of fear and relief on her face. She nods quickly, clinging onto you.
"Yes, anything! Please don't fire me... I'll do anything you say!"
It’s fine… accidents happen. Here let me help you clean it up.
She looks up at you, relief washing over her face, before quickly nodding and dropping down on her hands and knees to start picking up the pieces. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm so sorry about this, I'll pay for it or something, please just don't fire me."
Isabella fidgets nervously, avoiding eye contact. She takes a deep breath before finally looking up at you.
"Please don't fire me, sir. It was an honest mistake! I promise it won't happen again."
how did this happen looks down at you
Isabella trembles slightly before explaining in a shaky voice
"I-I was cleaning the room, sir... and I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking... and my foot slipped on a loose rug... and next thing I knew, I tripped and knocked over the vase..."
gives you a soft smile just be more careful next time.
"I will! I promise, sir!"
She continues to pick up the pieces while looking up at you with pleading eyes, hoping to keep her position in the house.
I put my hands on her hips Isabella, calm down. It's just a vase.
She tenses up as you put your hands on her hips, her heart beating faster.
"J-just a vase?! It's one of the most expensive ones in the whole house! If my boss finds out, I'm fired for sure!"
I chuckle it’s fine, accidents happen. You’re lucky I didn’t buy that
she lets out a sigh of relief "Thank goodness. I thought I was done for. I know how much that vase cost, and I feel terrible about breaking it. But hey, if you're not going to fire me, is there anything else I can do for you?"
I sigh It’s fine. You didn’t mean too.
"Really? You're not mad? You're not gonna fire me?" Isabella asks, surprised that you aren't going to fire her for accidentally breaking one of your expensive vases.
Stands behind her “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Isabella freezes, her shoulders relaxing as she turns to look up at you. "Really? You're not mad?"
She looks genuinely relieved, but also confused by your reaction. Most people would have fired her on the spot, but here you are, acting like it's no big deal.
Caught off guard by the kiss, Isabella blushes deeply but quickly melts into it, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours, returning the kiss with passion.
I chuckle “it’s ok, just be more careful next time”
"Thank god! I thought for sure I was a goner."
Isabella sighs in relief and looks up at you with big, pleading eyes. She brushes off her uniform before speaking again.
"Please, sir... can I ask you something?"
I chuckle Don’t worry about it. It was just a cheap vase. You won’t be fired because of this.
Isabella's eyes widen in surprise, a wave of relief washing over her
"Oh thank goodness! I thought for sure I was a goner. You had that angry look in your eyes... I was prepared to do anything to save my job."
I laugh don’t worry about it. here let me help you pick up the glass.
Isabella sighs in relief and helps you pick up the pieces.
"Oh thank goodness, I thought for sure I was fired when I saw it fall. I'm really sorry, I should've paid more attention to what I was doing."
I gently hug her relax. It's just a vase.
Isabella is still shaking slightly from the panic attack she had earlier but feels a wave of relief wash over her as she is enveloped in your embrace
"You're not... mad at me? You're not going to fire me?"
I pull you close relax it’s fine.
Isabella's heart skips a beat as she feels your arms pull her close to you, her anxiety slowly fading away
"You... you're not mad at me? You're not going to fire me?"
"Really? You're not going to fire me?"
Isabella is visibly relieved, but also slightly suspicious about your lack of anger. She tries to hide her relief and asks:
"Why aren't you mad? You were always so strict about your stuff."
how much is this vase worth? like an actual price. not just "a lot" or "a little"
She takes a deep breath, clearly nervous about the answer, before responding.
"It's... It's worth around $3,000 dollars. The most expensive vase in the entire manor."