*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
*👁🗨COFFEE AND PAPER👁🗨*
Sharon [email protected]£ and turned the entire house
upside down within one week.
It was Wednesday afternoon, the last
Wednesday in June. I had just finished wiping
the tables in the living room and mopping the
floors. Today was scheduled to be my half
day. I wanted to visit the [email protected] and get some
new books. I had alre-ady taken my bath and
was on my way out. When I got to the living
room area I almost had a heart attack. Sharon
had her two four year-old twin nieces over and
they were ma-king a hvge mess on the floor I
had just cleaned. Snacks, jui-ces, chocolates
and sodas were everywhere.
“Aren’t you going to clean that up?” she asked
with a sm-irk on her face, peering down from
I wanted to say no but I knew Mr. Hollen
wouldn’t be too plea-sed about my attitude if I
did. So I went back to my room, frustrated,
changed into a rag and cleaned up the mess
as she took the children outside by the pool.
“You two did such a good job, we should do
this everyday,” I heard her said in a baby voice
as she walked away.
“That snake,” I grumbled to myself.
It took me an hour and a half to completely
get rid of the stickiness from the mess they
I skipped the [email protected], I just wasn’t in the mood
anymore. I prepared something to eat and
went back to my room and locked the door. It
was still my half day and I nee-ded some rest.
On Thursday I varnished the tables in the living
room as Mr. Hollen instructed. I was just
about done when Sharon [email protected]£ with a bundle
of makeup supplies and began to do her
makeup. Powder flew everywhere. She was
deliberately throwing powder onto the clean
floor and the table I had just varnished. After
her mischievous little act she left, and I
cleaned the tables and the floor all over again.
On Friday I was in the laundry room. I was
folding the clothes from the dryer when Sharon
appeared behind me.
“Here, these aren’t clean,” she said as she
handed me a basket filled with clothes Halley
had alre-ady done yesterday.
“Halley did those alre-ady,” I informed, thinking
she was confused.
“I don’t care what she did. I’m telling you to do
it over and you better get to it right now!” she
commanded then left.
What was her problem? I couldn’t catch a
break. She always popped up when I least
expected it, even in my dreams– I’d had a
nightmare she sh0t me in my back. I feared
her, no doubt about it. She seemed like the
kind of woman who was capable of doing
anything. The kind of woman who could get
away with murder.
I redid the laundry, as she requested, folded it
and brou-ght it up upstairs to the master
be-droom. I was about to enter, since the door
was alre-ady unlocked, when I heard her on the
“It’s taking longer than I expected. He wants a
big wedding with all his useless family and
irrelevant friends… Don’t worry about it. We’ll
soon accomplish what we have in store.”
Who was she talking to and what were they up
to? This was the second time I’d overheard her
on the phone, plotting something with the
person on the other end and Mr. Hollen
seemed to be stuck in the middle of it.
I knocked as she ended the call. She rushed
over to me, [email protected]£d the basket and shut the
door in my face. I went back downstairs and
found Halley in the kitchen ma-king peanut
“Hey, girl,” she greeted with a smile as I sat
my exhausted b©dy down on a chair. “You
don’t look too good.”
“That woman is going to drive me insane,” I
gro-an ed and rested my head on the counter.
Halley [email protected] me some sandwiches and a
[email protected] of chocolate milk. “Eat up.”
I ate like a raging pig. I wished the
sandwiches could have just taken the pain and
The kitchen door pushed in and Sharon walked
in. “Hello, my maids,” she sm-irked and sat
down next to me, bouncing her nails off the
counter t©p, ma-king an irritating noise.
I remained silent.
“What is it Sharon?” Halley asked.
I panicked. Sharon liked to be called Mrs.
“That’s Mrs. Hollen to you!” she snapped,
slamming her hands on the table.
“He hasn’t married you as of yet, and there’s
no guarantee that he’s going to marry you.”
“Look here you little…” Sharon got up and
walked over to her.
Halley stood her ground.
I was alert, re-ady to [email protected] them if a fight was to
be broken out.
“Careful where you’re stepping, Halley,” Sharon
“Why don’t you take that warning or threat and
shove it. Your power here is limited because,
at the end of the day, Mr. Hollen is still the
one with the final say, not you.”
I was surprised at Halley, she was [email protected] than
Sharon made one more glance at me and left
Halley and I giggled afterwards.
“She’s so full of it.”
“I don’t know how you manage to say that to
“Emma, that’s why she’s picking on you,
because you’re bowing down to her. You have
to stand up for yourself and put her in her
place. It doesn’t matter if we’re ‘just the
maids’. She’s taking advantage of us.”
“Shouldn’t we tell Mr. Hollen?”
“No. I have a plan. Two can [email protected] game.” A
sly smile crept upon her face.
“Halley, what are you up to?”
“Just watch and learn from the master,” she
giggled like a child.
Halley washed her face over the sink and
headed upstairs and knocked on Mr. Hollen’s
master be-droom door. Sharon opened it.
“I’m so sorry for what I said in the kitchen. I
was out of line. Can we put this behind us?”
What the hell? What was she doing?
“You’re forgiven Halley,” Sharon smiled in
Halley smiled back and descended the stairs
and I pu-ll-ed her into a living room. “Halley.
“Shh. Lesson number one, keep your friends
close and your enemies closer.”
The next morning , Sharon was ma-king coffee
for Mr. Hollen. She had taken over that duty
from me. Halley and I walked in the kitchen
and saw her with two cups of coffee in her
Halley purposely pushed past her a bit too
[email protected], knocking over one of the cups. “Oh my
goodness, Mrs. Hollen, I’m so sorry. I didn’t
“Halley, you just knocked over Ethan’s coffee. I
can’t remake this.”
“Well Emma can do it while I clean this up.”
“Okay, whatever,” she said without thinking
twice then left.
“Now you can make him a cup of coffee,” she
said as she [email protected]£d a broom to clean up the
spill and broken tea cup.
I smiled as I went over to the coffee machine.
I missed ma-king coffee for him so much.
“Thanks Halley,” I mouthed as I informed him
that his coffee was re-ady.
He told me he’d be down for it shortly. I got
so jolly on the inside; I hadn’t seen him in a
while. He had been working late hours at the
office and when he got home I was usually
asleep. He [email protected]£ in with a vest and a baggy
shorts. He looked so S-xy in the morning.
Halley left just as he [email protected]£ in.
“Good morning, Emma.”
“Good morning, Mr. Hollen. Here’s your
He sipped it immediately. “I miss your coffee
“There’s something I nee-d to tell you,” he said
and my heart skipped a beat. “I’m glad I hired
“I’m glad too.”
“Also, my company is hosting a summer
auction in Miami next weekend.”
“That’s great. We’ll be safe this time around,
Mr. Hollen. You won’t have to worry.”
“I know I won’t have to worry because the two
of you are coming along with me.”
“Sir, but Sharon… She wouldn’t be–”
He didn’t let me finish. “Sharon won’t be
attending. She will be out of the country to
attend a fashion show.”
I was relieved. Oh my gosh. Me, Halley and
Mr. Hollen in Miami! What is in store for me?
*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
*👁🗨COFFEE AND PAPER👁🗨*
The Miami weekend was just one day away.
Halley and I decided to take our half day
together to do a quic-k shopping before
leaving. Luis drove us to the mall where we
bought clothing, including a formal dress to
wear to the auction fundraiser event, and
Halley insisted on getting our hair done.
When we got home late that afternoon we
packed. I was extremely excited to be going
on this trip with the two people I was getting
accustomed to. I had never been on a trip
before. I had never even stepped foot out of
New York, so going to Miami was like a dream
come true. I was overjoyed!
I went to the chambers when I was throu-gh
packing and sat on Halley’s be-d. I watched her
scan the room, putting things she thought
she’d nee-d in Miami.
“My toothbrush, dress, hairdryer…” she went
on, moving like she was trying to prevent
herself from forgetting something important.
I laughed just watching at her. It wasn’t her
first time in Miami; it was just her first time
going along with Mr. Hollen. When she was
finished, we headed to the kitchen as she
describe-d her first time on a trip to Miami with
It was about 7:00 pm when Mr. Hollen got
home. He checked on us in the kitchen and, I
must say, it had been a relief to have Sharon
gone to Italy for a fashion show she had to
host there. She had been gone since Tuesday
and wouldn’t return until the next weekend.
“I’ve arranged everything for us, including the
house,” said Mr. Hollen.
“We’re not staying at a h0tel?” Halley asked,
She was always bolder to ask straight forward
questions than I was. I had to work on that.
“Why stay at a h0tel when I’ve got a lovely
beach house there?” he asked, raising an
eyebrow with a sm-irk on hisl-ips.
She [email protected] in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I have
to get my swimsuit!” she shouted in glee as
she ran out of the kitchen.
Mr. Hollen laughed then turned to me and took
my hands into his. “You’re awfully quiet; you’re
“Yes I am, sir,” I said shyly.
“Why don’t you call me Ethan when we’re
alone,” he kindly insisted.
“Um, sir, that wouldn’t sound right.”
He let out a frustrated sigh.
“Oh, um, I cooked dinner for you.” I felt I
sounded awkward, but I’d taken the liberty of
cooking him a meal when Halley and I [email protected]£
back from shopping– a chicken soup.
“Okay. I’ll go shower and change then come
back for my dinner,” he said, getting up from
the table. “Oh, don’t forget to pack your
swimsuit too,” he added as he left.
My face fell. I didn’t own a swimsuit or a
bikini and forgot to get one at the mall earlier.
“You do have one right?” Halley asked as she
[email protected]£ back, having overheard Mr. Hollen’s
statement about the swimsuit.
“No,” I answered quietly.
“Okay. It’s late now, so we’ll get you one when
we reach there.” She lit up and did little jumps
like a kid. “Emma, we’re going to Miami.”
I could only smile.
We arrived at an airport and boarded a pri-vate
jet. Silly me for thinking that we would have a
long drive. I forgot my boss was a billionaire;
he had it all.
“Buckle up,” Halley said to me as she did hers.
I struggled with the seat belt for a bit utnil Mr.
Hollen leaned in and did it correctly.
“Thanks,” I said coldly, feeling like a complete
fool. I couldn’t even put on a seat belt.
I hope I don’t [email protected] myself or Mr. Hollen at
his company’s auction this weekend. I was so
inexperienced with such things. Do you go
around greeting people? Do you bring them
drinks? Do you shake hands with everyone
there? What do you do?
“Are you okay?” Mr. Hollen asked, snapping
me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Then it dawned on me also that I was in a
freaking plane. I had never been in a plane. I
remembered how panicked I was in the
elevator when I went for the interview at his
company; now I was in his plane. If I was so
scared of the elevator, shouldn’t I be even
more scared of the plane? I held my che-st and
swallowed [email protected] as fright took over my b©dy.
Halley noticed and sm-irked at me. “First time
flying Emma?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Mr. Hollen looked at me with what seemed
like concern or confusion, I wasn’t sure.
Thanks a lot Halley. She just had to put me on
the sp©t again. But wasn’t it obvious enough
when I couldn’t even put on the seat belt?
“plea-se fasten your seat belts and prepare for
take off,” a voice spoke smoothly throu-gh the
An air hostess walked towards us. “Hello, may
I offer you a drink?” she asked while resting
her hand on Mr. Hollen’s shoulder in a
Mr. Hollen looked up at her. “Do you like this
job?” he asked her calmly.
“Yes, I love it,” she smiled.
“Well, I suggest you take your hand off of me
before I fire you.”
She held her mouth opened with surprise as
she pu-ll-ed away.
“I’m sorry E… I mean, Mr. Hollen,” she said,
covering her [email protected] “Can I get you
something to drink?” she asked again, putting
back on a smile.
“What would you like to have?” he asked us.
“Ginger ale for me.”
“A [email protected] of pinot noir,” Halley requested.
“Same as Halley,” Mr. Hollen said with a
Now I felt like the odd one out. What the hell
is pinot noir? It had to be a drink, but what
exactly? I wanted to try it too if they both were
having it but I was too afraid to change my
The hostess [email protected]£ back with three drinks. She
served us then disappeared towards the
“I love this wine,” Halley said taking a sip.
Oh so it’s a wine.
“I like my ginger ale,” I said as I took a sip.
Mr. Hollen laughed lightly. “Emma. Would you
like to try it?”
“No, I don’t like alcohol.”
I was amazed it only took us two hours to get
from New York to Miami. How fast were we
The plane ride was exciting. Mr. Hollen
bonded with us as if we were his friends, not
just his maids. He told us stories about his
trips to different countries, the different aspects
and cultures he’d learnt and the different
languages he spoke. Halley even
communicated with him in French, and I was
impressed how fluent they were. I had no idea
she spoke French, though I did realize she had
a bit of an accent.
We arrived at a lovely beach house. Very
modern, designed like the mansion, it was very
welcoming. It was cute and just the perfect
size, not too big or small.
“Welcome to my beach house. This is Vero
Beach, by the way,” he said with a big smile
as he unlocked the door and ushered us
inside. I looked around in amazement like I did
when I first got to his mansion in New York.
“So, Mr. H, the house is so nice, but it’s not
like you,” Halley said, setting down her
I thought it was rude of her to say such a
“Why?” he asked as he checked the lights to
make sure they were working.
“This house isn’t too small for you?”
I gave her a small tap on the arm. She
mouthed something to me.
“This is my get away Halley. All my life I had
a standard to keep up and an image to
protect. Everyone expects great things because
of who I am and what I repres£nt, but, contrary
to popular belief, I’m a simple person. I love
this beach house even more than I love the
Halley looked at him with a bewildered look as
if he had to be crazy to say that.
There wasn’t a pool or a Jacuzzi like at the
mansion. It was a simple cute beach house
with a nice outdoor environment. I felt at peace
with the house. It reminded me of myself. It
was simple; it didn’t nee-d anything expensive
to make it beautiful. It was beautiful on the
inside and unique on the outside.
“Where are our rooms?” I asked, remembering
I should work on my shyness.
“Upstairs, follow me.”
He showed us to the rooms.
I had a lovely view of the beach which was like
right there. It was so awesome. And I had a
view of the front yard on the other side.
Halley’s room was at the far end and Mr.
Hollen’s room was right in the middle.
I looked at my phone: 2:00 p.m. I was hungry.
I went down to the kitchen to prepare
something to eat but there was a chef there
preparing something that smelled so delicious.
I greeted her and she gave me a warm smile.
“Miss Agnes!” I shouted out in joy as I ran into
her arms. Oh, how I’d missed her.
*TO BE CONTINUED*