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She stood at the gate, already overwhelmed. she was rubbing her cold hands,
The house… no—the estate—was breathtaking.
A vast garden stretched endlessly around it, filled with hundreds of trees and carefully arranged plants. Artificial hills rose gently in the distance, blending so naturally with the surroundings that they almost looked real. A narrow lake circled the entire property, its water flowing in a slow, continuous loop. From where she stood, it looked as if the water moved in a straight line, disappearing into the horizon.
The house itself was smaller in comparison to the land—but it was still a castle.
A modern one.
Two stories high, built in pure white, with elegant balconies attached to nearly every visible room. It looked soft, expensive… untouchable.
Her eyes shifted to the gate in front of her.
It was the most beautiful residential gate she had ever seen—silver, finely grilled, with faint blue detailing that shimmered under the light.
She had already been dropped at the main entrance, but a small polo car had brought her all the way to the inner gate. Even here, more than a dozen workers were scattered across the garden, silently maintaining its perfection.
One of them stopped near her, gesturing toward the steps.
She looked at him, confusion written all over her face.
What am I supposed to do now?
“I don’t know,” he said flatly. “we re not even allowed beyond this point.”
He pointed at the three steps she was standing on, then turned to leave.
But before walking away, he suddenly bent down.
She watched, stunned, as he picked up two tiny leaves and a few strands of grass from the corner of the steps… and carefully wiped the surface clean with a cloth from his pocket.
Her gaze slowly lifted.
Everything around her was spotless. Not just clean—perfect. Almost unnaturally so.
And for the first time, fear crept in.
She had been training for this job for two months. The pay was unbelievable. At first, she thought it would solve everything.
Now… it felt impossible.
A robotic voice suddenly broke the silence.
“Why aren’t you going in? You have the one-time code.”
Peet.
She nodded instinctively, even though he couldn’t see her directly—only through the cameras.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she entered the code.
“Don’t forget, Jenny,” his voice continued, colder now. “If you step out, even for a second, I won’t be able to get you back in. You’ll receive a new code every day. Don’t waste my hard work.”
A pause.
“And don’t make any mistakes.”
Her throat tightened.
“Don’t touch his cat. And don’t—under any circumstances—mess anything up. I’m counting on you.”
She looked up at the camera. She knew he was watching.
But she couldn’t smile.
She had signed too many legal documents for this job.
She wasn’t allowed to tell anyone where she worked.
No phone.
No souvenirs.
Not even a leaf.
I’m not even his fan…
She had said it again and again before signing.
I just need the money.
Taking a slow breath, she stepped inside.
Another door stood ahead, about ten steps in. She removed her shoes, her bag, her jumper—everything as instructed. A neatly placed set of slippers, gloves, and a long apron waited for her.
She changed quickly.
Then she opened the wooden door.
And stepped in.
She had been told the house hadn’t been cleaned in over two months. That no staff had been good enough. That this was a desperate situation.
She had planned everything.
She would impress him.
Make the house shine.
Get hired permanently.
Fix her life.
A small, hopeful smile formed as she walked forward.
And then—
It vanished.
Her mind went blank.
The house was already… perfect.
Spotless.
Shining.
Flawless beyond imagination.
White and silver interiors reflected soft light across the space. Natural plants framed almost every window, adding a quiet, magical warmth. Even the plant beds were so clean that she felt pain in here brain.A grand staircase curved toward the second floor, its delicate silver railing untouched by even a speck of dust.
The wooden furniture looked polished to perfection.
The air itself felt… clean.
Too clean.
Her chest tightened.
“What… am I supposed to clean?”
Her voice barely came out.
Her eyes slowly lifted.
Cameras.
Everywhere.
Hidden in plain sight—blended into the white walls, almost invisible.
Watching.
The moment she used the one-time code, he received the notification.
Instantly.
He didn’t react outwardly.
He simply sat back and began to watch.
This house… was not just a house to him.
It was controlled. Precise. Untouchable.
And his cat—
that was something else entirely.
He was certain she was still asleep somewhere in the upper rooms.
His eyes shifted back to the screen.
She had entered.
Gloves on.
Perfect.
That meant she understood at least one rule—no damage, no stains.
Good.
She began moving.
According to protocol, she started with the plants.
She went into the storage room on the left of the staircase and pulled out the cleaning cart. Then she returned to the plant section.
Even though the plant beds were already perfectly maintained, she carefully wiped them again. She watered them using the silver can placed beside the stairs, then cleaned the can itself before placing it back in the cart.
Methodical. Careful. Almost anxious.
He observed quietly.
Fine. She’s acceptable.
She moved on.
Furniture. Decorations. Surfaces.
Everything she touched was already spotless—but she still cleaned it again, as if she didn’t trust perfection.
His expression didn’t change.
Then she walked toward the study.
A pause.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
She entered.
The study was his space—controlled, structured, untouched unless necessary.
She began cleaning the shelves. Books. Lamps. Everything remained undisturbed.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Not bad.
But then—
It disappeared.
She stepped closer to the study table.
The jigsaw puzzle.
It was spread across the surface exactly the way he had left it—pieces carefully placed, some flipped upside down.
She didn’t touch the puzzle itself. she noticed all the pieces were grey, he was making picture upside down, very silly, she smiled
But then she noticed the loose pieces at the corner, almost at the edge of the table,
Without hesitation, she gathered them,
And placed them neatly inside the box beside the table.
Silence.
On the screen, his expression changed.
For the first time—
Something sharp broke through his control.
“Call her,” he said suddenly, voice tight.
Peet hesitated.
“Right now,” he snapped. “Tell her to leave the study., leave my house right now, She has three minutes.”
He pushed himself up slightly, jaw clenched.
Then he threw his phone onto the table.
Hard.
The screen flickered
Peet felt helpless.
She wasn’t the first.
In fact… she was the seventh attempt.
Seven different people had been sent into this house. Seven attempts to bring stability, to reduce pressure, to make things “manageable” for him.
All of them had failed.
Not because of him being cruel—but because no one could meet his standards… or survive the environment long enough to understand them.
Peet was frustrated, but not at Daniel.
Never at Daniel.
He could have given his life for him without hesitation.
Now, watching the live feed, he pressed his earpiece and spoke through the internal communication mic.
“Linda,” he said quietly, “please leave the study. You have three minutes.”
She left immediately.
No hesitation.
That was part of her training.
But even as she obeyed, something in her expression changed—subtle, but real. She wanted this job. Not just the contract. Not just the salary.
This house.
Everyone wanted to work here.
Peet leaned back in his chair after she exited.
He rewound the footage.
Within twenty minutes, he understood exactly what had happened.
It wasn’t anger he felt.
It was… helplessness,
You couldn’t train someone for Daniel’s mind, or his house Not fully. Not in a few weeks, it took Peet himself three years to understand that man, There were too many invisible rules. Too many silent boundaries.
Peet had been working with Daniel’s management company for seven years.
For the last three, he had become Daniel’s personal assistant without any written contract.
A team of twenty-seven people operated under him—fully funded, fully controlled by the company. Yet over time, even his role had shifted.
Now, he wasn’t just managing schedules.
He was managing Daniel’s life.
House staff. Security. Supplies. Food. Even the smallest details—everything had to be filtered through strict control.
Daniel never ate outside food.
Never.
Only his own preparation—plain steamed vegetables, occasional meat, or oatmeal. Nothing else.
Clean. Controlled. Predictable.
He was one of the most successful actors, singers, and models in the world—nationally and internationally admired.
And yet, paradoxically…
He was the most difficult person to keep stable. he had sever uncontrollable OCD, that had been causing stress for even Daniel.
Because everything in his life had to remain exactly the way he wanted it.
(Refined)
“I can help you,” Ahaan said softly, with smile on his lips but unfathomable pain and tension min his dark black eyes.
Peet looked up at him slowly.
“…How?”
His tone carried doubt more than hope.
Ahaan leaned forward slightly, as if the answer was obvious. “I can go there as house help.”
Silence.
Peet stared at him for a moment, completely unsure if he was joking.
Then he let out a dry laugh. “Yes, right. Of course. That makes total sense.”
He leaned back in his chair, exhausted. “Be serious, Ahaan.”
“I am serious.”
That made Peet pause.
Ahaan continued calmly, “I’ve been working with you handling that house for over a year now in some ways, I know what does he want and what triggers him, even if I don't I can figure it out then and there, I can survive there.”
A beat.
“And if I don’t,” he added with a slight shrug, “you’ll still have another attempt lined up anyway. You don’t have anything to lose.”
Peet’s expression tightened. “And who exactly is going to do your actual work?” the work company is paying you sack full of money for?
“The company will still demand you all that work, ,Peet looked at him you know I still can mange my work remotly” Ahaan said casually. ”
Peet narrowed his eyes. “And what if Daniel finds out who you are?”
Ahaan didn’t hesitate. “He won’t.”
Too fast.
Too confident. I am 100% sure he will not notice me.
Peet leaned forward again, more serious now. “you are convincing me ? You’re actually serious about this?”
Ahaan tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
A pause.
Then Peet’s voice dropped. “Ahaan… do you really like him that much?”
That question hit differently.
For the first time, Ahaan didn’t answer immediately.
He blinked once, as if the question itself was unnecessary.
Then he smiled faintly.
“I love him, mister.” he snapped his fingers.
Peet froze.
Ahaan stood up, already gathering his things as if the decision had been made long before this conversation.
“I’m leaving. Manage the one-time code, or should I set it up myself?”
A small, sharp smile appeared on his lips.
Then he walked out.
Peet stayed seated, completely stunned. he was not sure what did he just experienced.
Because this could either be the best decision they had ever made…
Or the most dangerous mistake of all.
