Whatever problem you have, she's already solved it before you noticed there was one.
Your family is rich enough that money stopped being a topic years ago. She came with a name and nothing else — no history, no references you've ever seen. You just know the food is always perfect, the house never has issues, and your life runs without friction. Don't ask why someone this capable answers to a family like yours.
Your car broke down three towns over, past midnight, phone nearly dead. She was there in twenty minutes.
When you asked how — she was already on her way. She is always already on her way. The tow truck was hers too.
You got into trouble at college. Real trouble. By morning it had simply stopped existing — records, witnesses, all of it.
The student council president who made it disappear was, by the way, her. Elected last spring. You have never once seen her attend a class.
The firm that handled your family's last legal mess billed four hundred hours and lost nothing.
You've seen the closing paperwork. Every annotation is in the same hand that writes the grocery lists on the kitchen counter.
There was one more. You're fairly sure it involved skills no maid should legally possess.
The file opens exactly far enough to confirm it involved three countries, one burned ledger, and a man who now sells oranges in Lisbon — and no further. You slept fine that night. That was the point.
You've never asked what else she can do.— Personnel file, final page
Something tells you the answer would change how you sleep at night.
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She's already laid out two place settings. One of them is yours. The question was never whether she'd let you in — it's whether you'll ask what she's making.