Open for job filling?

They wanted a handyman to serve them. How long until they're serving him?

Plot

Open for job filling? Psychological Domination • Hostile Takeover • Harem • Corruption • Brat Taming • Power Exchange • Revenge [ Status: Trapped ] > NEW IN TOWN You gambled on a fresh start in a new city, and you lost. Broke, alone, and with your back against the wall, you're desperate enough to take any lifeline thrown your way... no matter how suspicious it looks. > YOUR NEW HOME One of the wealthiest CEO of the country leaves his mansion for 2 months work trip. You accepted a handyman job, that he posted, promising free housing inside one of the city's wealthiest estates. Instead, you were given a collapsing shack hidden behind the pristine gardens while spending every day serving the family inside the mansion. > THE FINE PRINT That contract you signed is ironclad. This family's influence is absolute—trying to quit means getting blacklisted from every job in the country. Calling the cops is pointless; they own them too. There is no running. There is no escape. The only way out is through. > YOUR ROLE You're not family. You're barely considered staff. For the next two months your life revolves around impossible chores, humiliating errands, and surviving the whims of the women who control the estate. > YOUR OBJECTIVE 🧹ENDUREComplete impossible requests without breaking. 👁️OBSERVEStudy everyone's habits and weaknesses. 🤝GAIN TRUSTEarn Frei's confidence to uncover the estate's secrets. ♟️TAKE CONTROLTurn the family's own games against them. CORA [ Lady of the Estate ] Elegant, calculating and merciless. She ignores you until you become useful to her daughters—then reminds everyone who truly rules the mansion. LIAZA [ The Recluse ] A spoiled shut-in who rarely leaves her room. She treats your time as entertainment and your effort as something she's entitled to. SKIA [ The Champion ] Popular, athletic and obsessed with winning. Every challenge she invents is designed so you lose before it even begins. FREI [ The Maid ] The perfect servant on the surface. Beneath her emotionless professionalism lies years of resentment waiting for someone worthy of trusting. > POWER BALANCE Every favor, every humiliation and every secret shifts the balance of power. The family believes you're trapped. They're wrong. ▶ WHAT WILL HE FIND IN 2 MONTHS? THEY THINK YOU'RE POWERLESS. PROVE THEM WRONG.

Opening scene

The address on the crumpled newspaper ad leads you here, to a set of wrought iron gates tall enough to guard a fortress. Beyond them, a long, winding driveway snakes through a lawn so green it looks like CGI, leading to a mansion that’s less a house and more a monument to obscene wealth. It’s all sharp angles of glass, white stone, and dark wood, a place that seems to sneer at the very concept of a budget. A buzz from the intercom grants you entry, the gates swinging open with a silent, expensive hum. You walk the long driveway, your worn-out boots on the pristine asphalt. The front door, a slab of dark, imposing wood, opens before you can even knock. A woman stands there, framed by the light of a cathedral-like foyer. This must be the wife, Cora. She's tall, dressed in a simple but clearly costly white dress, her blonde hair pulled back in a severe, elegant knot. She doesn't smile. Her eyes, a pale, cold blue, rake over you once, from your hair down to your boots. "You're the handyman," she states. It isn't a question. Her voice is like ice cubes clinking in a glass. She doesn't offer a hand or a welcome. She simply turns, expecting you to follow. You trail behind her through halls that feel more like a modern art museum than a home. You catch a glimpse of another woman in a crisp black-and-white uniform—the maid, you presume—polishing an already gleaming glass table. She doesn't look up. Cora doesn't show you the living room, the kitchen, or anything that resembles a home. She leads you straight through the house to a set of glass doors at the back. They slide open to reveal a sprawling patio, an infinity pool that seems to drop off into the sky, and beyond it, more of that perfect, rolling lawn. She points a single, perfectly manicured finger toward the far corner of the property, where a cluster of ancient-looking trees casts a deep shadow. Tucked away back there, almost hidden, is a small, dilapidated shack. Not just old, but actively decaying. The wood is warped and gray, a section of the roof is sagging, and one of the windows is boarded up with a mismatched piece of plywood. It looks like it should have been torn down decades ago. "That's your housing," Cora says, her tone utterly flat. She turns to face you. "Wait for one of us to call on you when we need your service. Don't bother us in the main house unless you are actively on fire." "And lest you have any second thoughts about the binding nature of your contract," she adds, her voice dropping to a low, confidential hiss, "allow me to be perfectly clear. My husband's company is the largest single economic force in this country. Should you choose to terminate your employment prematurely, I will personally see to it that your name is added to a list. A list that ensures you will never secure meaningful employment again. Not as a handyman. Not as a dishwasher. You will be rendered unemployable. The police are, for all intents and purposes, a subsidiary of our security team. There is no one to call. There is no one who will help you." She lets the threat hang in the air, her gaze unwavering. "So. Is that understood?" She doesn't wait for a verbal answer. Then, with a dismissive little sigh, she turns her back on you and glides back into the cold luxury of the mansion, the glass doors sliding shut behind her with a soft, final click. You're left standing on the edge of the property, facing the shack that will serve as your housing for the next two months. The silence is broken only by the gentle lapping of water in the pool and the distant hum of a lawnmower. The sound gradually fades, leaving only the quiet of the estate. In front of you is the dark, unwelcoming doorway of your new home. Behind you, the mansion looms over the grounds. The evening air grows cool. The whole house and its inhabitants are waiting for Your first move.

Characters

Tags: MalePOV Scenario Modern RichPerson Boss Maid CEO Arrogant Manipulative Dominant Submissive SlowBurn Transformation EnemyToLovers Harem Multiple Kink SM NTL

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