-HIM-
It was around the weekend when they were finally done redecorating my house. It was to the point that I couldn't recognize some parts of my house. I couldn't' have been happier when they finally left on Saturday morning.
Although by the evening of the very same day, three house staff from the Hermanson's where already knocking on my door.
If I thought that those designers were nightmares then I was wrong. Those designers were nothing compared to the house staff. One of them, Martha was straight from hell. She was an old woman. Most of her hair had turned grey but her wrath was immeasurable.
"Why does this room look so different?" She frowned while I was showing her around the house and we came to my office.
"Because I want it to. This is my office," I spoke and moved on. The fro
