"Come into my office," He said, finally.

I followed Him through the door through which He had come. He had broad shoulders and a trim waist. He moved with a lithe grace and assurance that I could not help but admire. If this was His house He was fabulously wealthy and acted as though He deserved to be.

"Have a seat Miss Cramer," He said, sitting down behind His desk.

I sat down facing Him, sitting up straight, on the edge of the chair, not leaning back, looking as expectant as I could.

"As I stated in my advertisement, Miss Cramer, an ability to follow instructions is more important to me than simply having experience."

"Yes, I understand," I said.

"And yet the first thing you have demonstrated to me is an inability, or perhaps merely an unwillingness to follow even the simplest instructions."

"But I wanted to be prompt, to show you that I was eager to make a good impression."

"Then you think I should give you the benefit of the doubt?"

"Oh yes, please, I was trying to do the right thing, I just didn't understand."

"And when you began wandering through my house, instead of simply waiting for me?"

"I'm sorry, I was really out of line there." I twisted my fingers together nervously. "I was… confused… I thought… I didn't know what to think. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"But, Miss Cramer, can you really predict, with certainty, that you will never make a similar mistake?"

"But, Mister… I'm sorry I don't know your name." He didn't say anything, He just smiled a little. "Sir, I can only assure you that I will try to do my very best for you."

"And if you should fail?"

"Then, I suppose, you would have to take measures to correct me." I looked down but caught a glimpse of Him through lowered lashes, His smile grew a little wider.