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front steps, waiting it seemed for them. The limo stopped. She heard the popping of the truck and then Blaine opened the door, stepping out first.
“Morning, sir!”
“Randal,” Blaine said.
“I’ve heard already that your trip has been a success.”
Shyla stepped out, took Blaine’s hand and stared at the man who smiled back at her. The kindness in his aging eyes had her feeling at ease.
“Shyla, this is Randal. He runs the house and knows all the ins and outs. Randal, my wife, Shyla.”
“Oh, a great pleasure, Miss!” Randal smiled big. He took hold of her hand, squeezing it. “A great pleasure. Please, come inside. Let me show you your new home and introduce you to Linda.”
Randal let her go and, with Blaine’s hand at the small of her back, she followed him inside the house.
Right off she caught sight of a small split balcony overhead. The staircase fanned out to the left and right, coming down in an oval shape with marble steps. In the centre of the large space a sitting area had been set up.
“We have eighty-three bedrooms,” Blaine told her. “To the left here you’ll find the kitchen in back and dining room off the side. On the right here is our living space complete with your television set and surround sound system. You can also head out back through that room where the outdoor pool and pool house is. You’ll also be able to see the stables and a maze my mother had put in the first year she lived here.”
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“We also have a full basement,” Randal added, going up the
staircase, looking down at her with a smile. “Private gym and another pool for the days you can’t go outside. There is also a hot tub and steam room below.”
Up the second stairs Blaine pointed out the extra bedrooms right before taking her hand and leading her down to the far end hallway, up some steps and into a bedroom that took her breath away.
White leather furniture facing a massive fireplace. White fur rugs over hardwood floor so shiny she was almost afraid to walk across it.
The bed gave her the chills.
What caught her eye in the room though was the picture frame on one of the nightstands. It was the photo of her mother and it was framed.
It was Shyla, at six, a big smile on her face, hugging her mother. It almost brought tears to her eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind me having it framed,” Randal stated. “I didn’t want it to get more ruined then it was starting to.”
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head, lowering down to the bed as she picked the frame up. “I don’t mind. I kept it in a box so that no one would rip it up.”
“Ah, there you are, girl,” Randal said. “Mr. Cedric, this is Linda Harmon. I’ve put her in charge of taking care of Mrs. Cedric's things.”
“Randal, please, don’t call her that,” Blaine groaned. “Sounds so damn old.”
“Yes, sir. Forgive me. Linda, please unpack Ms. Shula’s things.”
“I can do that.” Shyla put the photo down and stood up.
“No, you can’t,” Blaine butted in before Randal could. “Piss Randal off and he’s hell to live with. Besides, I want you to look at the rest of the house and meet Sally. You need to let her know what you like and don’t like.”
The three of them walked out of the bedroom. Randal started down the stairs as Blaine took Shyla down one of the long hallways to show her the many rooms.
“Oh, sir, I almost forgot—forgive me,” Randal called out. “Ms.
Samara called to warn me that Mr. Knight and Mr. Noved will be stopping by tomorrow night. They intend to surprise you it seems and she wanted you to know.”
“I sort of expected that,” Blaine sighed. “Does Sally know?”
“She already went out for lobsters and steaks.”
“Oh, I like steak,” Shyla butted in, then blushed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you two.”
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“Let Sally know she likes her steaks well-done, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Randal turned and started back down the
“Morning, sir!”
“Randal,” Blaine said.
“I’ve heard already that your trip has been a success.”
Shyla stepped out, took Blaine’s hand and stared at the man who smiled back at her. The kindness in his aging eyes had her feeling at ease.
“Shyla, this is Randal. He runs the house and knows all the ins and outs. Randal, my wife, Shyla.”
“Oh, a great pleasure, Miss!” Randal smiled big. He took hold of her hand, squeezing it. “A great pleasure. Please, come inside. Let me show you your new home and introduce you to Linda.”
Randal let her go and, with Blaine’s hand at the small of her back, she followed him inside the house.
Right off she caught sight of a small split balcony overhead. The staircase fanned out to the left and right, coming down in an oval shape with marble steps. In the centre of the large space a sitting area had been set up.
“We have eighty-three bedrooms,” Blaine told her. “To the left here you’ll find the kitchen in back and dining room off the side. On the right here is our living space complete with your television set and surround sound system. You can also head out back through that room where the outdoor pool and pool house is. You’ll also be able to see the stables and a maze my mother had put in the first year she lived here.”
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“We also have a full basement,” Randal added, going up the
staircase, looking down at her with a smile. “Private gym and another pool for the days you can’t go outside. There is also a hot tub and steam room below.”
Up the second stairs Blaine pointed out the extra bedrooms right before taking her hand and leading her down to the far end hallway, up some steps and into a bedroom that took her breath away.
White leather furniture facing a massive fireplace. White fur rugs over hardwood floor so shiny she was almost afraid to walk across it.
The bed gave her the chills.
What caught her eye in the room though was the picture frame on one of the nightstands. It was the photo of her mother and it was framed.
It was Shyla, at six, a big smile on her face, hugging her mother. It almost brought tears to her eyes.
“I hope you don’t mind me having it framed,” Randal stated. “I didn’t want it to get more ruined then it was starting to.”
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head, lowering down to the bed as she picked the frame up. “I don’t mind. I kept it in a box so that no one would rip it up.”
“Ah, there you are, girl,” Randal said. “Mr. Cedric, this is Linda Harmon. I’ve put her in charge of taking care of Mrs. Cedric's things.”
“Randal, please, don’t call her that,” Blaine groaned. “Sounds so damn old.”
“Yes, sir. Forgive me. Linda, please unpack Ms. Shula’s things.”
“I can do that.” Shyla put the photo down and stood up.
“No, you can’t,” Blaine butted in before Randal could. “Piss Randal off and he’s hell to live with. Besides, I want you to look at the rest of the house and meet Sally. You need to let her know what you like and don’t like.”
The three of them walked out of the bedroom. Randal started down the stairs as Blaine took Shyla down one of the long hallways to show her the many rooms.
“Oh, sir, I almost forgot—forgive me,” Randal called out. “Ms.
Samara called to warn me that Mr. Knight and Mr. Noved will be stopping by tomorrow night. They intend to surprise you it seems and she wanted you to know.”
“I sort of expected that,” Blaine sighed. “Does Sally know?”
“She already went out for lobsters and steaks.”
“Oh, I like steak,” Shyla butted in, then blushed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you two.”
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“Let Sally know she likes her steaks well-done, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Randal turned and started back down the
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