OH MY CHEEEEESE STICKS. A memorial he said??? What now???

"A memorial to who, sir?"

Adam's face is unreadable. He looks kind of angry actually. Dramatically, he throws a hand over his forehead.

"I've said too much Apple. In the future do not ask me about The Room."

"But you're the one who told me...."

He places a finger in front of my lips. "ShhhHHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhHHhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhHHHHH."

Looks like I won't be getting an info out of him.

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After that fiasco, Adam was quiet, almost pensive. Settled on the couch facing the panorama view of the city, he silently stared ahead, brooding handsomely.

"Sir, would you like another Nutella sandwich?" I asked tentatively.

Adam shook his head. "No thank you, slave."

I was going to tell him something about how I'm not a slave, but rather a human being  fundamentally equal to him in every way but then I remembered that he was a billionaire.

"Apple, there is something I forgot to tell you," he says suddenly, turning to me.

My heartbeat quickened. Was he about to spill his secrets to me?

"I forgot to tell you about the uniform I require you to wear. It should be in your closet. Please go change into it."

"Yes sir."

I knew exactly where this was heading. It had to be a French maid costume. Most likely short skirt, some kind of pervy knee high sock, and Kleavage. I threw open my closet door, expecting to find an utterly degrading and dehumanizing outfit. I certainly did. It was this.

What the hell is Adam thinking?? I put it on, trying not to sob and go down to the living room.

Adam turns around and nods with approval. "You finally look professional enough to work for me, Apple."

"Sir, can I please wear a revealing French maid outfit?"

"Why? This is so much sexier on you!"

Smiling to hide the pain, I make my way to the kitchen for a dishwashing liquid drenched pizza roll.
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It's been an hour and Adam is still moping.

"Sir, let's go do something fun!" I say.

"We can play with my balls?" Offers Adam.

Oh myyy. Yess boi yess. Alyssa is going to be so jealous of me. My mom is going to be so proud. I can't believe Adam, the world famous billionaire and one of the most richest men in America, has just offered to let me play with his balls.

Five minutes later, I was thrown into a world of disappointment. Turns out he meant the plastic balls in the ball pit of the playroom. Still it was fun, even though Adam kept using a slingshot to fling the balls at my spongebob ass.
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