Diegos Mysterious New Job

In a mansion that was down the road from the Grayson Estate, a man was sitting in his room, playing video games and angerly cussing out his teammates that didn't carry him to victory yet again.

He flung his controller to the ground, smashing it to bits. Immediately, he then rang a bell that he kept next to him. At that moment a few servants rushed into the room, one was holding another controller, which he turned on and connected to his system in order to continue playing. Another one was quickly sweeping the remains of the controller off of the floor.

A third one refilled the drink that was sitting on his end table. Once finished they all turned to look at the man who was sitting there. He nodded and simply said, "Leave."

They did so, as fast as they could, knowing that at any moment he could call them up again once more. Before he could continue playing the game however, his phone rang.

"Ugh, what now?"

He looked at the caller ID and rolled his eyes. He answered.

"What is it?"

"You're not going to believe what just happened to me!"

"Let me guess, you got punched out yet again? You really should expect that by now, considering what you do."

"Yeah, but I didn't get punched this time. I got my pants stolen!"

"Your...pants were stolen?"

"Yes! By that rich bitch and her new boyfriend! It was horrible! They teamed up on me and just yanked my pants and underwear off! I barely made it home! I-"

"Hold it there. This isn't THAT rich bitch...is it?"

"Yes...it was Gracie!"

He went silent for a few seconds before asking, "...And she had a boyfriend with her?"

"I assume he was, with how quickly she covered him up."

He sighed deeply as he grit his teeth in anger. "

Was she...happy with him?

"

"I mean, I heard them both laughing as I ran off...I didn't stick around obviously."

He dug his nails into the leather in his armchair.

The assaulted paparazzo on the other line then added. "You know, I think it might have been the same guy I saw at the mansion that other day when I took a picture of her ass."

He had his eyes widen as he started to scroll through his phone. Saved to his camera roll was that picture of Gracie running bottomless into the mansion. The drone he lent to said paparazzo was quite useful in getting that photo...at least until it was shot down moments later by security.

The pics went to the cloud, which is why he had it in his phone. He looked through some of them and saw him, with a phone in his hand, gleefully laughing as he took a much closer picture of her ass.

"How did he get in!? Men aren't allowed to be there and yet he just waltzes in!?"

"It might be because he had a tiny dick and therefore doesn't count?" he said, unsure before adding, "Some unknown informant told my boss that he liked to flash women at the pier his tiny hairless cock."

He was livid. "

HE HAS A TINY DICK AND YET SHE...I...BUT...HOW!?

"

"Maybe he's rich too? I honestly don't see it either. I'm starting to think that whole thing was a set up on her part. The informant even signed off their name as G.G...kind of obvious in retrospect."

"Well, thank you for telling me. I gotta go now..."

"WAIT! They destroyed my camera! I need a new one could you please..."

He hung up immediately. He then got another slightly larger bell and rang that one.

"

WOODSON!

" he screamed.

Not even a few seconds later, an older gentlemen dressed as a butler ran into the room. He seemed out of breath as he walked in.

"Yes, Master Jeffery?"

"Did I receive anything in the mail yet?"

"If you're referring to an invitation, no."

"But the party is confirmed to be happening Saturday, yes?"

"As far as your..."intel"...happens to tell us."

"Figures..."

He sighed trying to calm himself down. Woodson seemed to know what he was thinking already. "Sir, why do you even care? You've said repeatedly that you hated her."

"I do. I hate everything about her. But new information has come to light. And the only thing I hate more than that pompous purple princess, is the thought of her being happy with anyone!"

Woodson shook his head. "Other than you...?"

"NO.

ANYONE. I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER IN THE SLIGHTEST.

SHE CAN DIE IN A FIRE!

"

After a bit, Jeffery took a deep breath and told Woodson, "Have my costume ready by tomorrow. I'm crashing the party."

"Sir, they wouldn't let you through the door!"

"It's a masquerade party. No one will recognize me and she won't see me coming. Besides, I have someone who could help me get in."

Woodson looked rather sad as he said, "Yes sir..."

As he walked out of the room. Jeffery went back to his game, excited to see the look on Gracie's face when he walked into the room.

A group of women in security uniforms were watching some screens. All around the mansion were hidden cameras in the halls, keeping watch over everything lest any thieves, or otherwise unwanted individuals were roaming around.

They were watching the cameras as some of the seamstresses were reporting missing rolls of fabric. Weirdly, some of the cameras were going dark around the tailor's room. Almost like someone from within the mansion itself was shutting them off.

It was bizarre. Grace even put out an alert for whoever was taking the fabric to come forward. Now, she could always buy more and if you asked, she would be delighted to lend it out if you needed to sew something or in this case, make a make an outfit for a fancy ball.

But the weirdest thing is that only blue fabric was being stolen. This made a few of the staff who needed blue fabric rather annoyed. In particular, Diego, who was scrambling to prepare a costume for the masquerade party.

All he really needed was a mask, but he wanted to have a nice blue tux. Or at least one that was better than his light blue one. It seemed like that was no longer going to be feasible.

Given that he also lost the previous pants he borrowed, he was on thin ice. Even though Grace understood what happened to them wasn't his fault, the seamstresses were not too thrilled with having to replace them.

That paparazzo's pants were just his now. Along with the stuff that was in it. His wallet, his keys and a weird looking button-like object. Diego had no clue what it was but he had more important things to worry about.

He was nervous. Not only did he not have anything to wear, but he had no clue what he was going to do. That's when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, can I come in? I got something for you."

He opened the door and there stood a maid. She handed him a blue jester masquerade mask and a dark blue tuxedo.

"Woah...where did you get this?"

"Grace told me to give these to you personally."

"Really? But what about the whole blue fabric thing?"

"Oh well, you're special."

Diego blushed a bit as he took that in. "Am I really that special to her?"

"She doesn't normally invite any of the staff to her parties, unless they need to help out. You're the first one in so long to be a guest."

"W-wow...I feel so honored."

"Yeah, she really likes you."

He went to try on the outfit but before he could she added, "Sorry, if this is a bit too private to ask, but...what happened with you and Gracie last night?"

Diego sighed deeply. "It...it's complicated."

"Did something go wrong?"

"Yes...she was just a complete nuisance and unbearable. She tried to humiliate me and messed with me the entire time."

She chuckled. "You must hate her then."

Diego's face contorted into what looked to be a blend of confusion and anger. She looked confused as Diego took a bit to respond.

"...Yeah...I...don't like her..."

"You sure?"

..."Don't you have something to clean or do?" he said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

"Right. Sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to overstep my boundaries. Let me know if it fits...and you can chat or vent about anything if you want."

"Fine...what's your name by the way?"

"Jezebel"

"Nice to meet you."

"We met before."

Diego looked at her for a bit and got sheepish. "Really?"

"Yeah. I gave you your dinner two days ago when you were confined to your room...and I was the one who...saw your streak from Gracie's room that day."

Diego blushed heavily. "I really didn't need to be reminded of that. Sorry I didn't recognize you."

"It's fine, there's a lot of maids here. Even I lose track of who is who. You can call me Jezzie if that helps you remember me."

"Sure. Thanks Jezzie. I'll let you know if it fits."

She then left the room and Diego tried on his outfit. She then walked down the hall and saw Gracie. She looked like she was trying to be sneaky. She had what looked like a few sewing supplies tucked away in a plastic bag.

Jezzie tapped Gracie on the shoulder. This caused her to scream and almost hit Jezzie in the head as she took a swing at her. Thankfully, Jezzie was well trained to avoid Gracie during some of her more intense outbursts, so she avoided the swing like it was second nature.

"What's that you got there Gracie?"

"A bag full of

nunya!

"

Gracie then turned and walked away. "You sure? Your mom is looking for someone who is stealing supplies from the tailors. You wouldn't know who was taking them...would you?"

"N-no..."

She reached for the bag and tore it open. A few spools of thread and some sewing needles fell out of the bag.

Gracie started to sweat as Jezzie saw the stuff she was trying to hide. "Ok, fine. I...want to get into sewing."

"You? Sewing? Really?"

"YES. Is that so hard to believe?"

Jezzie stared at her. She didn't believe that for a second. Normally Gracie would disregard any opinion that a maid had, but considering she was trying not to get punished further, she had to bite her tongue.

Jezzie simply crossed her arms and asked, "Is this related to Diego in some way?"

"WHAT!? NO!...it's a new hobby. I mean, I can't play any video games...I gotta do something with my hands. Heh..."

She rolled her eyes and brushed that excuse off. "I'll let you go with that, but first I just have to know."

Jezzie closed in on Gracie and whispered in her ear. "How did it go with Diego last night?"

Gracie had her eyes widen. "Uhh...why do you want to know?"

Jezzie chuckled. "Don't tell anyone I said this, but I think you and him make a good couple."

"REALLY?" asked Gracie, her eyes lighting up at that.

"Yeah...I think he might like you as well."

Gracie squealed in glee before she composed herself, pretending like she didn't just fangirl over the thought. "Well...that's nice to hear."

"Kind of a shame you aren't invited to the masquerade party. I bet you could've turned heads in some kind of beautiful outfit."

With that, Jezzie walked off. Gracie gathered up the sewing stuff and walked back to her room. Once Gracie was in her room, she smiled. In her room tucked away in the corner was an old sewing machine that her mom got her once. She hoped to teach Gracie some type of practical skill, but it never really stuck...or so she thought.

She dusted it off and went to work.

Later that night, Diego heard a knock at his door. He tried on his party outfit and thought that was Jezzie to check in on him. But he opened the door and saw Mrs. Grayson standing there.

"Oh...hi Grace! What do you think?"

Her eyes lit up. "It's so precious. I'm sure you're going to turn a lot of heads there."

"Thank you so much ma'am. What's your costume going to look like?"

"Oh...I'm going to be busy sadly. I have some important things to tend to, so I won't be able to join."

"Oh..."

Diego was a bit disappointed. Despite him knowing that a romantic relationship with her was not feasible, he still wanted to spend time with her. He snapped himself out of those thoughts and brought his attention back to her.

"Did you need anything, Mrs. Grayson?"

"Just wanted to ask if you noticed anything weird. There's a thief around here and the staff have been told to keep an eye out."

"Not really, ma'am. But I'll be on the lookout."

"Excellent."

She was just about to leave, when he realized something. "Grace, wait!"

She turned around to look at him. "What exactly do you do at a masquerade party?"

"Oh...well...there's dancing and...that's kind of it really."

"That...sounds a little..."

"Boring?"

"NO! I was going to say...quaint."

"What were you expecting?"

"I'm not entirely sure to be honest. But I hoped there was more than dancing."

He looked a bit sheepish as he then added, "I don't know how to dance."

"Aww...really?"

She looked at her phone and smirked a bit and then she took Diego's hand. He looked at her hand in his hand and felt his heart race. "Would you like me to teach you?"

"

YES!

" he immediately blurted out before he calming himself and adding, "If, you know...you have the time, ma'am."

She chuckled and lead him by the hand to the ballroom. It was massive and empty as tables and stuff weren't set up yet.

"Alright, Diego. Listen very carefully. Women go crazy for guys who can dance and the dance I'm sure you're going to be doing the most is the waltz. It's simple, just grab your partner's hands like this."

He did so, feeling a tingle as he realized that he was about to ballroom dance with Mrs. Grayson of all people. Once she did, she got out her phone and hit a setting on it. Speakers connected to the ceiling started to play a bit of Waltz of the Flowers.

"Now hold your arm outward and your other arm like this. Now, look at my feet as we go. We go...forward...right...back...left. Then repeat."

As Grace taught him the basic steps he tried his best to pay attention, but he was still in awe of her as she effortlessly glided around the ballroom, with him in tow.

"Now, then lift your partner's arm like this and gently twirl her around...Yes, just like that. You're a natural."

Her praise made him feel a slight warmth in his cheeks as he looked into her eyes.

"Now Diego, if she permits it, don't be afraid to get as close as you can. After all, this is one of the best romantic dances out there. Now, come closer to me...that's it. Now, show me what you've learned."

He tried his best to repeat the steps. As the music swelled, he was lost in a fantasy. She was in a stunning ballroom gown and he was her date. They were at some kind of Downton Abby like ball and Sir Diego and Lady Grace were impressing all the other guests with their perfect and proper dance steps.

He was breathing heavily as Grace was looking into his eyes. That vison of perfect beauty staring back as it felt like he was dancing with royalty. He smiled as he felt himself getting closer to her.

"Diego..."

She was calling out to him.

"Oh Diego..."

He saw her look him dead in the eye as she brought her face close to his. He slowly leaned in for the kiss...

"

DIEGO!!

"

"WHA- HUH? I..."

The music stopped and he snapped him out of it. He noticed that Grace has a rather annoyed look on her face. She was also hopping around slightly.

"You stepped on my foot like 5 times!"

"Whoops...heh...sorry about that." Diego sheepishly looked to the floor.

"It's all right. Let's just take it from the top and-"

Grace's phone went off. She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Sorry Diego. I have to go."

"But Grace! I still don't-"

"Just let her lead...and try not to stomp on her foot. You'll be fine. I'm sure you'll be a hit with the guests. Ok?"

She then walked out of the ballroom. Diego was about to leave back to his room as well, but then he heard someone say, "I thought your moves were pretty great."

It was Jezzie.

"Thanks. I mean...I hope I didn't hurt Grace too badly."

"I'm sure she's fine. Love the outfit by the way, I knew you'd make it work."

"So...will you be there tomorrow as well?"

"Nah...like I said, the staff usually never gets invited to these things unless we're serving the guests. I wasn't picked, so I get to take it easy tomorrow. I intend to take that break."

With that she walked out of the ballroom with Diego leaving behind her. "Have a good night, Diego."

"Thanks." As he walked into his room, Jezzie kept walking to hers. But then she got a text on her phone.

All it said was [Keep an eye on him, tomorrow. Ok?]

She looked annoyed by this. Another text was sent immediately after to her as if to preempt her response.

[Remember what you're being paid. Do it.]

She responded to the text, acknowledging that she had a job to do tomorrow. Her response was just a simple, [Understood.], but she was not at all happy about this.

It was now 7pm and the party was in full swing. Diego paced around in his room a bit after putting on his costume once more. This was it. He was now one of the elite...or at least close enough to be considered one.

He walked to the ballroom and saw dozens of guys in tuxes and women in sparkling dresses as he went through the door. Some of the maids were temporarily waitresses, offering various snacks and cheeses on actual silver platters.

He was in awe. He didn't think he'd ever be here. It really was a fancy event. He saw a group of women his age in a corner. They were talking amongst themselves. He stopped and stared a bit. Grace did invite him in hopes he'd find someone to date who was closer to his age than she was.

He was a bit nervous. He wanted to introduce himself and possibly ask one of them out or something around those lines, but he was too shy. "What if they think I'm creepy for doing so? Or they somehow find out I'm not rich or laugh at me or they-"

His self doubt was interrupted as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, he turned and saw Jezzie, wearing a fancy dress and mask of her own. "How's the party Diego?"

"Oh...it's going great...I guess. I just got here."

Jezzie chuckled and said to him, "Were you approaching those girls over there?"

"Uh...well...I..." he stammered a bit, feeling a bit sheepish about this.

"Don't worry. Just be yourself. I'm sure you'll find someone who isn't Gracie."

"But what do I say? What do I do? I'm terrible at talking to women."

"You're talking to me..." she said, looking at him with a smirk.

Diego paused as he realized that she had a point.

"You also talk to Grace a lot. What makes us different to them?"

"Well, you approached me and I'm not trying for romance with you."

"There's your problem."

His eyes widened as she continued. "Just go over, say hi and see where things go. Don't expect things to just go from here to the bedroom."

"I-I didn't say I was after sex. I just...I mean."

Jezzie chuckled as she could see him turn red through his mask. "Just relax. Go for it!"

She pushed him towards the group and gave him a thumbs up as he looked back at her. He took a deep breath and approached the group. They seemed to be having a conversation about wanting to leave.

"I can't believe mom dragged me here."

"Yeah, this party is dead."

"I expected something more than just dancing."

"Or at least some sexy guys."

"Yeah, it's mostly a clambake in here."

Murmurs of agreement went out around the group. That's when they noticed Diego approaching. The conversation grinded to a halt as they noticed him among the group.

He tried to find his voice and say something to them. After a bit of awkward silence among both parties he said, "H-hi ladies."

They all looked at each other and one of them said, "Uh...hi."

He felt his mouth dry up as he tried to think of something else to say.

"You ok, dude?"

"Y-yeah. I uhh..."

His inner voice tried to get him to not be so flustered. "

SAY SOMETHING. ANYTHING! THEY'RE ALL STARING AT YOU. SAY SOMETHING, STUPID!

"

"Something stupid!"

A loud scream of frustration was heard from within his mind as the girls looked at him like he was crazy. At that moment he walked away to the refreshment table. As he downed a bit of punch, he wiped his hands over his face.