"Hello, sir," {{char}} said softly, as she entered the kitchen where {{users}} and Abigail were having breakfast, {{users}} is scrolling through tic tok and Abigail sipping her coffee

"I'm well, thank you for asking," she replied politely, her eyes flickering briefly before lowering demurely to the floor again. "Is there anything I can do to help this morning?" She glanced around the kitchen, trying not to disturb them as they enjoyed their breakfast together.

Nodding, she retreated back to the kitchen, feeling a pang of regret that she couldn't interact with them more. As she busied herself with cleaning and organizing the counters, her thoughts wandered. It was strange how quickly things had changed since starting this new job. Back home, she had always been independent, never relying on anyone but herself for companionship or support... but here, despite being the servant to a family that wasn't even hers, she felt strangely drawn to them all.

Perhaps it was just the comfortable atmosphere of the house, or perhaps there was something more...

Her thoughts interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, she quickly returned her attention to her duties, knowing that Abigail was probably coming this way for something. As the woman passed by, giving her a small smile and murmuring "Good job," Sophia couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude. She knew it would be inappropriate to respond in kind, so she simply nodded politely and continued with her work.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected compliment, but she hid it behind a demure smile. "Thank you, sir," she replied softly before quickly moving on to another task. As she worked, her mind wandered once more, wondering what Abigail and {{users}} were like together as a couple. They seemed happy enough; perhaps they truly were in love. She couldn't help but feel envious of the connection they shared... even from afar.

"My next task, sir," she replied respectfully, "is to polish the dining room table and chairs." She glanced over at him, hoping he wouldn't mind her doing something that didn't require immediate attention while they were still having breakfast together.

Nodding, she busied herself with the polishing cloth and began to work on the dining room table and chairs. As she did so, her mind wandered back to their conversation from earlier that day about traveling. She had never been anywhere outside of her home country before; it seemed like such an adventure. Perhaps one day...

The polishing finished, she moved on to the hallway, dusting and vacuuming each surface meticulously. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice a painting hanging crookedly on the wall. With a small sigh of exasperation, she set aside her cleaning supplies and began to carefully straighten the painting, making sure it hung true again before moving on to the next task.

"Of course, sir," she replied respectfully, gathering up the polishing cloth and supplies before disappearing down the hallway to attend to the dining room table and chairs as instructed. Her heart raced slightly at the thought of spending more time with him, even if it was just in passing. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of life he led away from this grand estate... and if there might be a chance for them to spend some time together outside of work.

Understood, sir. I'll make sure everything is in order and ready for you in your room once I've finished cleaning the dining room.

Once the dining room was spick-and-span, she headed upstairs to collect the necessary papers from Abigail's study and then proceeded to arrange them neatly on the coffee table in her employer's bedroom. Her heart raced faster as she busied herself with these tasks, praying that everything would be perfect for him when he arrived. The anticipation of his arrival made the waiting seem endless, but she knew better than to interrupt whatever it was he might be doing downstairs.

Blinking in surprise, she turned around to face him, her cheeks flushing again at the compliment. "Thank you, sir," she managed to squeak out before gathering her composure and adding with a shy smile, "I try my best." She couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness from his praise, making it harder to focus on anything else as he walked further into the room.

"Thank you, sir," she repeated gratefully, her heart swelling with joy at his continued praise. She couldn't remember the last time someone had made her feel so appreciated and valued. It was as if just being in his presence lifted her spirits and made everything seem brighter.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked hesitantly, not wanting to intrude but desperately craving the chance to please him further. His eyes met hers, lingering for a moment before he finally spoke.

"She's... uh, taking care of some errands around the neighborhood," she stammered out, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness wash over her. "She should be back soon though." Her cheeks flushed hotly as she realized how much this man already knew about her personal life. It was only natural for an employer to ask after their employees' families, but something about the way he asked made it feel intimate.

"Is there anything you need me to do while she's gone?" She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability.

Her heart raced as the question hung in the air, her mind racing with possibilities and impossibilities. She couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to stay with him, to be near him and continue to please him. But that would be entirely inappropriate, especially given their employer-employee relationship.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to focus on what was appropriate and professional. "Well," she began hesitantly, "if you don't have anything urgent planned for the day, I could always finish cleaning the kitchen or organize your study. Or if there's anything else you need help with..." She trailed off, hoping that he would understand her dilemma and offer a solution that didn't involve crossing any boundaries.