So why me

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02:05pm New York Time

11:05am Los Angeles time

In a large house in Berverly Hill where you can see engraved in gold letters on a oversized portal: (Jessica Benson's small country house), Mary, with a meal tray in her hand, knocks gently on the door of a room. Not getting any answer, she doesn't get angry but on the contrary, she smiles. This operation it's the joyful heart that she repeats it every morning since the then 3-year-old miss decided to sleep without a maid-teddy bear at her side. A dozen blows later and an adorable little voice asleep, allows her to enter.

Helped by a tall man in black, also called (the stupid monkeys) by her miss, Mary enters the large room covered with a tapestry color (pink cherry lollipop), as Miss Jessica says, then moves slowly not to spill the contents of the meal tray on the thick carpet, which is always according to her little miss, colored (vanilla ice cream.)

Lying in a sublime, huge 17th century canopy bed, straight from England, which can easily accommodate 4 people, her long blond hair scattered over her pillow colour mallow, her semi-transparent nightgown revealing the entirety of her thighs that Mary herself finds extremely attractive, her pretty right breast visible in the notch of this light clothing, her lovely miss who still a little asleep tries as hard as she can to keep her beautiful blue eyes open.

Jessica fights against the sleep that keeps attacking her, however, she ignores who will win this tough battle today. Last night, out of pure consideration for the rest of the movie crew, she had to go to a charity sale for the poor, the homeless and large families who, in these difficult times, can no longer feed all their kids. Finding the time a little long, at 10:45pm, she decided to write a small check and then ran away from this soporific place. However, at the thought of helping this ugly rabble, Jessica slept very badly last night. Her sleep was very restless and she imagined these people with an ungrateful face eating and celebrating with her money. When in sweat and terror, she woke up at 6:00 am, victim of a terrible nightmare.

"Mary, I feel bad. My nausea hasn't gone away since last night. My night was horrible and my dreams were filled with cockroaches. I'm afraid I caught a phobia of the impoverished people. I'm afraid I'll have to be taken to the hospital."

"Young lady, would you believe me if I told you that I have the cure for your phobia, here, on me?"

Jessica, who only now realizes that her outfit is a little neglected, is readjusting her, but she stops moving her hands when Mary's words reach her ears. That mean smile of Mary's, Jessica loves her more than anything. Mary is like an evil big sister to Jessica and both of them understand each other perfectly. Very interested in this miracle cure, Jessica quickly sits down.

"What is this cure? Say it, Mary, don't make me languish like that. Come on, tell me."

Mary, who seems to be hesitant, makes Jessica angry who now screams at her to obey her mistress. Mary laughs again at the bad temper of her very childish miss, but she calms down to tell very interesting facts.

"Young miss, can you imagine that at 04:00am or 07:00am New York time, one of the commissioners you generously pay, contacted me to reveal something to me. By the way, young miss, why always give my number to all your people? I remind you that I am a maid and not your personal secretary."

At that moment, Jessica would like to tear out the eyes of this woman who, although she is serious, interrupted her story only to annoy her. With her teeth grinding, Jessica also knows that if this professional blackmailer doesn't get what she wants, she won't tell him anything more and won't hesitate to leave the room and leave her on an unfinished story.

"Okay Mary, you win, I'll hire a new legal assistant to answer all these very private phone calls. Are you happy now?"

Mary, very happy to have gotten rid of this chore, smiles largely as she nods. "Imagine that this morning the police found Miss Big Boobs in the East River. Young lady, tell me the truth. Did you know that by being so mean to her, this would happen?"

Jessica doesn't really smile when she hears about this. In fact, it doesn't matter that much to her and she would have liked to defeat this woman in another way. Looking at Mary, whose question hurts her a little, she shakes her head. "Of course not, it was a fight between two women for one man. I'm not really surprised given her family background, but she disappoints me because I can't crush her fairly. Mary, call Cheirfield and have two men placed behind Adam. Knowing his way of thinking and his heightened sensitivity, I strongly fear that in the next few hours he will completely drift away and put himself in a very delicate situation. Oh and you've come a little further because I'm not cured at all, so call me my doctor right away, or I'm afraid I won't see the sun go down.

As soon as Mary leaves, after a moment's reflection, Jessica opens her bedside drawer to take out an old pink smartphone. Smiling affectionately for a few seconds, she hopes that this old thing still has some battery power and tries to turn it on. When the Benson logo appears on the screen, alone in her room, there is no longer a tall lady and she screams and restlessness all over the place sending her blanket to the ground. No need to enter her phonebook, just press a button, then Jessica carries the pink object to her ear.