[sylvanSpider]

Everywhere this beautiful auburn haired woman went, light soon followed. The dust fought valiantly, but ultimately where she was determined to get rid of it, she succeeded. Benjamin followed her about, watching as she swept and wiped things down. He could almost smell the chemicals she used to get rid of it all.

She moved to the kitchen area. When he was a boy, this was one of his favorite places to be. He had a favorite maid, of course, and he could remember the cookie jar that sat atop the cooling box. She would always reach up to it if he'd been particularly nice that day and sneak him the treats while his father and mother weren't looking. He could remember sitting at the island on one of the bar stools kicking his six year old legs, rather than simply letting them dangle, with his head bent over one book or another. Through his education, he'd proven to be the top of his class with a keen aptitude for the written arts. Plays were his forte, and his teachers, as well as Miss Sarah the maid, were his biggest fans.

She'd stayed with the Wrights into his adulthood, and was one of the three to evacuate the house after his murder. Gods, how he missed that woman. She was his greatest confidant and became the sole heiress to their fortune when his parents followed him to their graves. All the better, he could remember thinking, it rest in good hands. Now, his home fell into new hands and he hoped the woman would help him pass on, though exactly how he wasn't sure.

As the auburn haired beauty went about his work, he continued watching, taking a seat on one of the countertops unable to pull out a seat for himself given his current situation.