Ever since his ideas became valuable he had a fear—near paranoia on people wanting to kidnap him and suck his remaining ideas out of his skull.
His mind could think up all kind of things, from products to business models, he was able to make millions on just one product but thought up much more than one.
He could seriously swim in all the money he had made over the past years, if he wasn’t such a germophobe.
Out of the 12 bedrooms, spa and pool, championship tennis court, staff quarters for 20, a nine-car garage and private jogging track his mansion had, the only room he occupied was the panic room.
None of his maids knew where it was but the meals they left in front of the big painting in the living room, that had a portrait of him on it, were always gone as soon as they left the room.
His family and friends left him things that might cheer him up, it now looked more like a memorial shrine.
One of the maids was very curious, she was also the youngest that worked in the mansion and her name was Maria.
She was dusting of some precious chinese porcelain vases in the hall way just around dinner time, when she peeked into the living room she saw a small door in the wall open right below the painting.
She sneaked across the room and hid herself behind a cough, she watched her boss crawling out and grabbing the tray with his dinner and dessert.
Because no one besides the maids that brought in the food were allowed to be in the living room the place hadn’t been cleaned in ages, a dust ball rolled from under the cough and mocked her, some dust traveled into her nose and she couldn’t help but sneeze.
“Who’s there?” he yelled from inside the hatch.
“Maria”, She stuttered while she got up from behind the cough.
“Do you work for me?” he asked with a strong voice.
“I’m one of your maids Sir.”, She replied.
“Can you come here for a minute Maria.”, He asked in a now much nicer sounding voice.
She slowly walked to the square hole in the wall.
“Good, let me see your face.”, He asked.
She was getting a bit suspicious and was unsure of his intentions, “Why?”
“I need to see if I can trust you.”, He said.
She got on her knees and leaned forward and saw his face, it was clean and shaven, and he was much younger than she expected him to be, “Can you see me now?” She asked.
“Yes good, now tell me something about yourself Maria, where are you originally from?” He asked.
“From Hackensack, New Jersey.”, She replied.
His head moved a bit closer to the light, “Oh, so you were born right here in America?”
And while he came forward she backed up a bit, “That’s right.”
“Sorry, I really thought you were from Mexico or something.”, He said.
“I was adopted.”, She explained.
“Ado.. but why would you work as a maid then, the one stereotype guys like me have.”, He asked.
“I hate messy places, some people even say I’m crazy about cleaning, and cleaning a nice mansion as this is a pretty decent job.”, She explained.
“Listen, I needed someone to clean my hidden room, could you?” He asked.
She gave it some thought and where there was a mess she needed to be to clean it, “Okay.”
“How about right now? Follow me.”, He said right when he started walking backwards and dragged the plate with him.
She followed him through some small and narrow crawl ways dragging her bucket with cleaning supplies with her until she got to a big room.
“Welcome!” He said with his arms in the air pointing at the whole space of things.
She got up and dusted of her uniform, “So this is where you have been for months now?”
“You make it sound so bad, this is a fortified room, nobody can harm me. And I got everything I need right here.”, He said, while sounding both happy and sad.
“So I guess ill get started.”, She said.
And she cleaned his panic room from top to bottom while he ate his dinner.
They did this each uneven day of the week until one day he left her a note asking her to come back around midnight, which she did.
“You made it!” He yelled but not to loud when he saw her standing in front of the painting.
She was wearing her casual outfit instead of her maid uniform, “Why did you ask me to come back?”
“I know how this might seem but you have to know you can just say no if you don’t want anything to do with me.”, He explained.
He continued, “I wanted to ask you for dinner, sadly I setup a table in my room, but I made it look really nice for you. But if you don’t want to because me being your boss and all, thats okay!”
She stood there thinking it over, “Sure, I’m starving.”
“Great, ladies first!” He said.
But she passed on it and he went first and she followed him.
They sat at a nice table with candles and fancy porcelain plates and silver table wear.
He poured her an expensive red wine, “I hope you like salmon.”
“Yes.”, She nodded.
He explained her all about his fears of the outside world, the money he made with his ideas and how they gave him nothing but sorrow in return.
“You made the world a better place, but the world gave you only money in return?” She asked.
“That’s right. And they keep wanting more and more, one day they will capture me and drain my ideas out of me.”, He said.
“But I have a escape plan, if I ever get caught all I need to do is say my secret sentence ‘I just ate a bag of cotton balls.’, and the device attached to my heart will explode and kill me instantly.”, He explained.
She looked at him in shock, waiting for his heart to explode but nothing happened.
“Are you sure it works?” She asked.
“Oh, wow! That was a close call then, I guess I forgot the sentence.”, He said while he looked to be deep in thought.
“Maybe it was ‘Maybe they will sing for us tomorrow.’?”, and right after the said that the device exploded in his chest, sending splatters of blood and guts all over the room and Maria.
Maria was in a state of shock for a short moment until the greater part of her brain could no longer fight the urge to clean up.
She took of her shirt and began cleaning up all the blood and guts until the panic room was nice and shiny again.
His mind could think up all kind of things, from products to business models, he was able to make millions on just one product but thought up much more than one.
He could seriously swim in all the money he had made over the past years, if he wasn’t such a germophobe.
Out of the 12 bedrooms, spa and pool, championship tennis court, staff quarters for 20, a nine-car garage and private jogging track his mansion had, the only room he occupied was the panic room.
None of his maids knew where it was but the meals they left in front of the big painting in the living room, that had a portrait of him on it, were always gone as soon as they left the room.
His family and friends left him things that might cheer him up, it now looked more like a memorial shrine.
One of the maids was very curious, she was also the youngest that worked in the mansion and her name was Maria.
She was dusting of some precious chinese porcelain vases in the hall way just around dinner time, when she peeked into the living room she saw a small door in the wall open right below the painting.
She sneaked across the room and hid herself behind a cough, she watched her boss crawling out and grabbing the tray with his dinner and dessert.
Because no one besides the maids that brought in the food were allowed to be in the living room the place hadn’t been cleaned in ages, a dust ball rolled from under the cough and mocked her, some dust traveled into her nose and she couldn’t help but sneeze.
“Who’s there?” he yelled from inside the hatch.
“Maria”, She stuttered while she got up from behind the cough.
“Do you work for me?” he asked with a strong voice.
“I’m one of your maids Sir.”, She replied.
“Can you come here for a minute Maria.”, He asked in a now much nicer sounding voice.
She slowly walked to the square hole in the wall.
“Good, let me see your face.”, He asked.
She was getting a bit suspicious and was unsure of his intentions, “Why?”
“I need to see if I can trust you.”, He said.
She got on her knees and leaned forward and saw his face, it was clean and shaven, and he was much younger than she expected him to be, “Can you see me now?” She asked.
“Yes good, now tell me something about yourself Maria, where are you originally from?” He asked.
“From Hackensack, New Jersey.”, She replied.
His head moved a bit closer to the light, “Oh, so you were born right here in America?”
And while he came forward she backed up a bit, “That’s right.”
“Sorry, I really thought you were from Mexico or something.”, He said.
“I was adopted.”, She explained.
“Ado.. but why would you work as a maid then, the one stereotype guys like me have.”, He asked.
“I hate messy places, some people even say I’m crazy about cleaning, and cleaning a nice mansion as this is a pretty decent job.”, She explained.
“Listen, I needed someone to clean my hidden room, could you?” He asked.
She gave it some thought and where there was a mess she needed to be to clean it, “Okay.”
“How about right now? Follow me.”, He said right when he started walking backwards and dragged the plate with him.
She followed him through some small and narrow crawl ways dragging her bucket with cleaning supplies with her until she got to a big room.
“Welcome!” He said with his arms in the air pointing at the whole space of things.
She got up and dusted of her uniform, “So this is where you have been for months now?”
“You make it sound so bad, this is a fortified room, nobody can harm me. And I got everything I need right here.”, He said, while sounding both happy and sad.
“So I guess ill get started.”, She said.
And she cleaned his panic room from top to bottom while he ate his dinner.
They did this each uneven day of the week until one day he left her a note asking her to come back around midnight, which she did.
“You made it!” He yelled but not to loud when he saw her standing in front of the painting.
She was wearing her casual outfit instead of her maid uniform, “Why did you ask me to come back?”
“I know how this might seem but you have to know you can just say no if you don’t want anything to do with me.”, He explained.
He continued, “I wanted to ask you for dinner, sadly I setup a table in my room, but I made it look really nice for you. But if you don’t want to because me being your boss and all, thats okay!”
She stood there thinking it over, “Sure, I’m starving.”
“Great, ladies first!” He said.
But she passed on it and he went first and she followed him.
They sat at a nice table with candles and fancy porcelain plates and silver table wear.
He poured her an expensive red wine, “I hope you like salmon.”
“Yes.”, She nodded.
He explained her all about his fears of the outside world, the money he made with his ideas and how they gave him nothing but sorrow in return.
“You made the world a better place, but the world gave you only money in return?” She asked.
“That’s right. And they keep wanting more and more, one day they will capture me and drain my ideas out of me.”, He said.
“But I have a escape plan, if I ever get caught all I need to do is say my secret sentence ‘I just ate a bag of cotton balls.’, and the device attached to my heart will explode and kill me instantly.”, He explained.
She looked at him in shock, waiting for his heart to explode but nothing happened.
“Are you sure it works?” She asked.
“Oh, wow! That was a close call then, I guess I forgot the sentence.”, He said while he looked to be deep in thought.
“Maybe it was ‘Maybe they will sing for us tomorrow.’?”, and right after the said that the device exploded in his chest, sending splatters of blood and guts all over the room and Maria.
Maria was in a state of shock for a short moment until the greater part of her brain could no longer fight the urge to clean up.
She took of her shirt and began cleaning up all the blood and guts until the panic room was nice and shiny again.
