An act of mercy

When I check my closet this morning, I find new clothes in there. I don’t know when or how Ivan got them here. There are dresses, skirts, nice little tops and a few pairs of jeans. They’re not what I’d usually wear, though. I find them a teensy bit too revealing. Ivan just told me that I need to get ready and accompany him at the office. I have no other choice but to obey and I also assume that he wants me to wear one of the new outfits. After all, it would be a little strange if I show up by his side in my maid uniform. I look through the different hangers, trying to find something I’ll be comfortable in but everything seems to be too much. In the end, I settle for a pair of jeans and a top that unfortunately puts my cleavage on display. I let my hair down, bringing it to the front of my body and hoping that it can serve as a cover. Then, I throw a jacket on and go to find the person who has become my master. Ivan was waiting down the stairs. Valentino and Nico were already off to sch