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away?" had Marcy racing home from work
immediately. Jesus. What had her roommate been thinking?
    It
was too bad for the woman's child, but safety was everything. There was no way
they would allow strange men or drugs in the house.
    They
were to vacate by the New Year anyway as the owners were moving back into it. Her
friend, Amber, planned to move in with her mom, even though her mom drove her
nuts. Marcy and Katie would probably move in with some other single women. She
put a note up on the staff notice board in the casino and would have to see.
    Marcy
sighed, thinking of the hassle involved in moving house again. She needed to be
in another place before Christmas.
    Waking
early, Marcy got her daughter and Amber's daughter ready and walked them to
school with an abundance of nervous energy. She wanted to explain her
excitement to Katie, but decided to wait until everything was settled. A lot could
still go wrong. After a few deep breaths, she picked up her cell phone and
dialed the number.
    "Bonjour?" A cheerful voice said after one ring.
    "Mr.
Chevallier?"
    " Mais
oui, Marcy. You have called, and on time exactly."
    Marcy
wasn't at all surprised to find the man waiting for her. He was highly
recommended and for whatever reason, he wanted to give her a job. This was her
chance to keep her promise to her father and get out of casino work.
    "I'm
calling to tell you that I will be happy to take the position that you are
offering me."
    "But
of course!" Mr. Chevalier gave her a smug cheerful chuckle. "It was
Gustave that convinced you , n'est-ce pas? He is most respectable, and he
will be your direct superior. I love this man, and am blessed by his presence.
I could not do my work without him."
    Marcy
smiled. She found Mr. Chevalier's expression of love toward his older servant
endearing. Only the French could be so open and passionate to someone they barely
knew.
    "I
really appreciate this, Sir."
    " C'est
parfait, ma belle ," he said. "You may learn more
French while you are with us. My employees are like family, you understand. They
are most curious about you, I am afraid. They will perhaps irritate you with
constant questions."
    "That's
okay."
    "Gustave
will keep them in check. Now, what is your address? For I will come to your
house and drive you to my home."
    "Oh,
please don't bother. I can take a taxi."
    "Non," he said. "It is your first day, and therefore
most special."
    Marcy
gave him her address and Mr. Chevalier told her that he would be there within a
half an hour. "Is there anything particular I should be wearing?" she
asked.
    "Casual
dress will be acceptable. You will have a uniform when you start. While I very
much admire the sizable bust which you wear to the Bellagio, in my household such
will not be necessary."
    Marcy
surprised herself by giggling at this comment. How had he known about her
falsies? Mr. André Chevalier was even more observant that she thought.
    "Today
you will be shown my home by Gustave, and interviewed by my security officer,"
he added. "If all is well then, perhaps tomorrow you will begin."
    "That
sounds just great," she said.
    They
said their goodbyes and hung up. Marcy decided against the slacks she was
wearing, changing into a round neck flare dress with short sleeves and a
gathered waist. It was her favorite dress as it accented her figure perfectly.
With its cream lining covered by dark blue lace it looked feminine, too. For
extra contrast she wore a thin red belt. With black low heeled pumps, and a red
coat, her ensemble was complete.
    These
people were French, and the French were notorious for dressing well. She wanted
to show them that Americans could get decked out, too.
    Other
than her best friend, Sue, who had moved to LA, and her new acquaintances at
the Bellagio, Marcy didn’t know many people anymore. The couples she knew while
married to Trent fell out of touch and drifted away. Why would they hang out
with a single mother? Not to mention the awkwardness over Trent's