Twice a week I had a housekeeper come in and take care of the cleaning and it was really not much as I always cleaned up after myself. Julia was in he... mid-forties as I was in my early thirties. She had keys to the house and the alarm codes and we seldom saw each other. I paid her two hundred a week and knew I was overpaying, but there was never anything not done. Bathrooms were always spotless, clothing and bedding always washed and changed and the house actually smelled clean all the time.. Probably more.”“So?”“Doesn't make sense. Not in a small community like this. What's it there for? A blood-sucker themed S&M dungeon? Out here? No way they have enough customers in this area. Not to justify all that.”Her eyebrows raised. Rosa nodded. “Good point. What else?”Reynauld reached into his folder and handed her another piece of paper. She scanned it briefly.“Climate data?”“Olympia and the towns surrounding it, like this one, get the second least amount of sunlight per year in the. Harris picked up the device and it was like it came to life in his hands. the intricate gold weavings that had an industrial look to it separated like a plant blooming, and revealed a black mirror. for a brief moment he saw himself. but no it wasn't himself it was a piece of himself that he never let talk to anyone. this version of himself was cruel, self important, and had an air of power and kingship that Harris never had the status to put on. but now he wanted to. who was this me in the. I looked around taking in the feminine drapes and furniture, the brightwindow looking out over the garden through french doors, the attachedbathroom only a portion of which was visible."Oui mam'zelle. Very pretty," I said becoming more and more capable inthe role she had given me."It's really highly unusual for a maid to get a suite of rooms like this,isn't it?" She asked."Now that you mention it mam'zelle? It probably is."She smiled. "That's enough Henrietta. Put the brush down. Let's go.