INTERVIEW

"Your evening tea, sir," Sandra said with a warm smile. 

"Thank you," I replied. She did a half bow and went out of my bedroom.

I stood up and ambled over to my couch area and sat down. I picked up the cup of green herbal tea and started sipping from it. A knock came from my front door. I raised my head and gazed at the front door. Then Mr. Benson walked into my bedroom. He walked over to the couch area and sat down on one of the couch opposite me. 

Mr. Benson is my adviser and accountant and also a good friend to me. He is the person that handles all the staff payments in my house and also the employment of new workers in my house. He makes sure that everything in my house is in order. He is in his 40s, has dark hair with grey eyes, and is an American.

"I heard you wanted to see me, Ahmed?" Mr. Benson said, with his eyebrows slightly raised. He is the only person that addresses me as Ahmed. Based on the kind of relationship we have, I allow him to address me as Ahmed.

"Yes, I wanted to ask you how your search for a new housemaid is coming along, I need someone that will be taking care of my garage, you know, some of my sports cars are getting dirty," I replied.

"I already have two applicants that wants to fill that role," he said.

"Oh, that’s great. Have you interviewed them yet?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"No, I want to interview them by tomorrow morning and then pick the one that is most suitable for the job," he responded.

"OK, make sure you pick the right person," I said with a smirk.

"Come on, you know, I always pick the best of the best," he replied.

"Yeah, I will also meet with the person," I stated.

"Of course," he replied, as he gazed at the floor.

"I heard you collected the red ruby today. How did it look in person?" he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"It was simply magnificent. My mom truly had an eye for beautiful things," I answered.

"That’s great; she would have been proud if she was alive," he said.

"Yeah," I muttered as I stared at the floor. Hearing about my mom being proud of me got me emotional. I wish she was alive to see all that I have accomplished.

Benson stood up from the couch.

"I will take my leave now. See you tomorrow," he said.

"Yeah, goodnight," I replied.

"Goodnight," he said as he exited my bedroom.

The following morning,

I was sitting down on one of the couches in my bedroom reading a sports magazine when my phone started ringing. I picked up the phone from the center table in front of me. I checked who was calling; it was a call from Benson. I answered the call.

"I have employed the new maid. Would you like to meet her now?" he asked.

"Yes, I am not busy at the moment," I responded.

"OK, come to the living room," he said.

"I will be there in a few minutes," I replied.

I closed my magazine and stood up from the couch. I know Benson always makes good decisions when it comes to picking maids, but I just have to cross-check to be hundred percent sure, one can’t be too careful. I went out of my bedroom. I arrived in front of the living room. The living room door was wide open, I ambled inside the room.

Benson was sitting on one of the couches. A blonde lady was sitting on the other couch opposite Benson. I got to where Benson was sitting. He stood up from the couch for me.

"Have a seat," he said. I sat down on the couch.

The lady sitting in front of me was very beautiful. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfectly defined jaw line with pink lips. Her white skin was glowing. Is this the new maid Benson said he hired? If I didn’t know better, I would have said she was a super model. She was beautiful. With the way she was sitting down on the couch and the way her body looked, I would say she had the perfect body to be a supermodel.

"This is Diane Cooper, the new housemaid," Benson said in a rumbling tone as he pointed a finger at the lady.

Diane, what a beautiful name. 

"Diane, where are you from originally?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am from Austin, Texas; my dad is from Austin, Texas; and my mom is from Kayseri, Turkey," she responded.

Her voice sounds so majestic, I can tell she has good manners.

"Wow, that’s nice. Why does a beautiful girl like you need to work as a housemaid?" I asked.

She started narrating how she lost her parents in a fire accident, which led to her striving to make a living.

"Oh, I understand now. What religion are you?" I asked.

"My dad was an atheist, but my mom is a Muslim, so I practiced Muslim with her," she answered.

"OK, that’s great," I replied.

She is also Muslim. It’s no wonder she has such composure and manners.

"Benson has already told you what you were going to be doing here in this mansion, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, he has explained everything to me," she answered.

"Alright, you can start work by tomorrow," I said as I stood up.

"Thank you, sir," she replied with a smile.

"You are welcome," I said as I went out of the living room. I went over to my bedroom. As soon as I got there, I walked over to my couch area and sat down.

This new maid is very beautiful, I have seen a lot of beautiful ladies, but there is something special about her, and she has also been through a lot. I picked up my sports magazine and started reading through it.