My job was to clean the second floor, where there was a study that was not only locked but also specifically off-limits to everyone.
That was Tyler's workspace, and I had a feeling something important was inside. Otherwise, why would they keep it locked all the time?
"Are you new here?"
A teenager, with a backpack and wearing a school uniform, appeared. His hair was dyed neon green, and he had piercings in his ears, lips, and nose, creating a strong sense of discord.
He was the eldest son of the family, Ryan Smith.
"Yes, Mr. Smith. I'm in charge of cleaning the second floor."
Ryan scanned me up and down, but instead of appreciation, there was malice in his gaze.
"Is that so? Then make sure you take out the trash from my bathroom on the third floor. Only you are allowed to do it, understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
I forced a smile as I made my way up to the third floor. When I saw the used condoms in the trash can, I rolled my eyes and cursed in my mind.
Starting to jerk off at such a young age would wear his body out sooner.
As I completed the employment paperwork, Erica gave me a list of things to keep in mind, and it clearly stated that Ryan was allergic to peaches.