Housekeeping [Danny]

As usual, the mischievous teenager that sat beyond that wooden door was sleeping pleasantly; a subdued smirk settled over his lips as he subconsciously thought of the present he'd left for his new employee. They'd not met long ago but Danny already felt that jokes and gags like this one were in order, whether or not it was her work uniform was still up in the air but it all depended on how she felt about it. As well as how well she fit into it. He could readily admit that he wasn't an expert on sizing, mainly on women in particular but he had used his time with her that night on the rooftop to estimate. However it wasn't as easily explainable as he'd once thought it was. The night before had been spent concocting this 'uniform' and the conception consisted of Danny playing charades with a pair of designers he'd hired. Both of which had little idea what he was talking about but eventually he'd worked out a system. First, he roughly illustrated the size of her upper and lower arm by cupping his fingers. Afterward he simply used other 'body measurements' like how far his arm had to go to wrap around her waist. Shoe size, cup size, head size, and the like were all reasonable but complete guesses. From an outside perspective it was an odd way to do it...but that was the only way Danny could have done it. So it may have been loose or tight in a few places but once the end result had come to be...Danny was satisfied. It was a last minute touch that made all the difference, surely he would be able to have fun with it; especially on her first day.

A light knock brought his attention back to the door, smirk widening at the thought of her finding the outfit. Leaning forward, Daniel unhinged himself from the couch corner he'd so fervently nestled in. Quickly glancing around the apartment as he did so. He could already imagine the girl's reaction, upon seeing such a different setting. Not because it was expensive...but just because of the sheer color contrast. The whole apartment building carried quite the shades of white...and white...and more white. His apartment did contain traces of white, particularly in the long, cornered couch and perhaps a few lamp fixtures. Come to think of it, his bed was a similar shade of white...or was it grey? Daniel never went in there unless he was sleeping for the night...and even then he could have cared less what color his coverings were. With a stretch, Daniel let out an audible groan before picking up the remote; flipping off the small flatscreen with a click. It was about time he introduced Sarah to her new work environment.

Sparing little time, he dropped the remote haphazardly as he made his way over to the door. A small hum passing over his lips, a hand wrapping around the knob; giving it a gentle tug as he greeted the teen who waited there for him. "Ah, Louise! I see you find your new uniform, feel free to change in the bathroom.



It'd be past the living room and to the left, you can just follow the hallway to the last room and you should find it. Otherwise, it's great to see you." The young man leaned forward slightly, hesitating a moment as he extended his arms; seemingly asking for a hug. Whether or not it was given he smiled, gesturing over to the couch. "Whenever you finish changing come see me over here, I'll give you the run down. Kay?" He added the last bit as not to sound so formal, almost breaking into laughter at just how odd it sounded coming from him. Regardless he gestured her in, making his way back over to the couch with relaxed steps; plopping down as his eyes closed once again. "Thanks again for doing this, Louise." He called, volume raised as his head lolled back before grazing the back of the couch.

It wasn't long before the bathroom lock abruptly established the woman's exit, azure irises revealing themselves as he allowed a glance of her outfit. The contrast with her hair was very well suited for her, though the difference in size had been noticed; considering it was by far the most worrisome thing that had pervaded his mind the night previous. For the most part it fit, but from estimation the cup size had been marked off it seemed. Not as though he could have properly done such measurements without examination but he had worked with the tools available. She was properly clothed and for the moment that was what counted...of course that didn't mean he wouldn't have the tailors come back to properly fix it.

However he made no sign of displeasure, instead offering up a smile with a slight nod of his head. "You look beautiful, the outfit was a wonderful idea if I do say so myself." He tilted his head, obviously amused with the comment before leaning forward with a small grunt. "As for cleaning, dust is a major issue here as I've not the time to do so myself. So that would be first on the agenda. Otherwise dishes though very few in number require doing and the balcony needs extensive care. Plenty of plants, chairs, and things that require cleaning.



The grill especially, I've gotten rather fond of cooking out there so it's well used. That'd be all for now though until I could think of something else for you." Most of the things prescribed on the list were smaller in comparison to usual handiwork but he knew he'd get her back for it later. She wasn't getting anything unless he found it was satisfactory, but the maid outfit was a huge plus on her part.



After a few adjustments it would be perfect...or perhaps change the measurements just a little for fun's sake. The thought crossed his mind with a small, inaudible chuckle. Mainly pleased with the idea of having someone around the house, loneliness certainly wasn't his strong suit...but it was his usual state without a doubt. "Oh, yes. There is one more /chore/ you have to take care of." The word was stressed rather sarcastically as he came to a stand, extending his arms as fingers curled toward him briskly; as if gesturing her over. He stuck his tongue out right back at her with a wink, expecting the hug he'd been denied previously. Whether or not he'd receive it, the teen made his way into the nearby kitchen; which extended into the hallway opposite of the bathroom's. What he'd forgotten to mention to the girl...was that this was in fact the top floor (Might have noticed if she checked the elevator buttons) ...and that once she saw the balcony she'd undoubtedly see the nature of the penthouse she now resided in.



Upon withdrawing a bottle of root beer from the fridge, he shut it behind him as he leaned against the counter with a hum. It was unfortunate that people often thought he was rich, but of course he himself wasn't. It was just his father...and the substantial deposits he made in his son's name. Daniel never quite approved of the way he got it...but it was useful in some fashions.... The last thing he wanted anyone to know though was that his father owned several...large scale casinos...in both rural and commercial parts of the world; where gambling was legal anyhow. Not to mention sponsorships among other competitive activities. He couldn't help but admit his father had done well at producing, though it wasn't as though it was his success. Daniel's grandfather had built the damn place and by inheritance fortune he'd gotten it himself.

Danny sighed, not going into further issues as his glass rose; giving the drink a sip. The money was useful...that's what mattered...but now...it was time to watch his new employee work.

"If you want a camera crew I'm pretty sure I have a disposable in my bedroom." Danny could feel a devilish smirk tugging at the corner of his lip, almost internally persuading himself to go get the camera. However he would save it for later, perhaps get a desirable reaction out of her before she left. It would be in good fun of course, but he did plan on showing them to her later. For now matters rested elsewhere as she started on cleaning, focused heavily on the task as he took another sip from the bottle. It wasn't long before another question arose and at this point Danny had developed sufficient answers for most of the ones she could have asked. Fortunately shed chosen one of the more well developed ones, where she would get the only thing that could serve as an answer; the truth....

"My father sends me money once a month, it's...quite the substantial amount. He owns a few...large scale businesses and tends to send a little my way. It makes it easier to afford this place. Lots of upkeep ya know? Anyway...we don't speak often. But dear old dad never fails to send a check or two." The young man's voice held little pleasure in the topic but quickly replaced the bland tone with his usual, playful demeanor. "Afterward I was thinking of doing something of a meal, you wouldn't mind sticking around for that would you? I've got to show off my sick skills somewhere right?" The words 'sick skills' weren't usually in his vocabulary...and just saying them brought a soft tint to settle over his cheeks as well. Almost trying to hide it but instead sticking it out like he felt he should. It was his joke, he was most certainly going to take responsibility for it.