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The young woman with short chestnut hair and bang's , pays the cab driver the fare and slowly gets out of the yellow taxi while eyeing the two story house in New Jersey she traveled to from Manhattan with her big , clear green , doe eyes.
Shutting the door , Therese Belivet takes a deep breath and on shaky legs , starts walking towards the house that could possibly be her new home.
Swallowing hard the young woman in her early twenties knocks on the front door softly. Her hands trembling and her breathing quickening. The only sounds she can hear is the beating of her own heart and the blood rushing through her ears. She takes in a shuddering breath before knocking again , this time louder.
The door finally opens to reveal a middle aged man with slicked hair and hard dark eyes.
"Yes , what do you want?" The man eyes the small young woman standing in front of him.
"I , I came for the job that was printed in the paper." Therese gulps at the intensity coming from the large man. "Sir , I'm sorry. I must have the wrong house." She starts stepping back.
"You're young. Have you done this kind of work before?" The large man folds his arms across his chest. "How old are you?"
The nervous young woman takes a deep breath. "It wasn't paid work , no. But I helped look after the children and did chores." The brunette shifts nervously. "I just turned twenty two."
The middle aged man sighs heavily and runs a rough hand through his hair. "You come from a big family then?"
Therese shakes her head. "No , not really." She looks down at her feet.
The owner of the house studies the young woman. "I've had five women come here already expressing their interest in working here and they have experience. Working experience."
Therese nods her head. "Yes sir. I understand." The young woman then turns and starts walking away. Not sure how she was going to get home. She didn't think to ask the cab driver to wait for her. "Wait." The middle aged man calls out to the retreating young woman. "What's your name?" The young woman turns around and searches the dark eyes that are no longer hard but instead seem tired. "Therese Belivet.". "I'm Harge Aird....Look , why don't you come inside. You took the time to come here." He steps aside for the young woman and smiles weakly. "Besides , my wife doesn't want any of the other women who came for the job to come back.".