Beverly rejected her son’s advances and was wrongly accused of stealing Mr. Van Hoff’s safe. She decided to fulfill her secret goals while proving her innocence. A growling voice told Beverly, “That’s the s*xiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Startled, she straightened and turned; she was dusting the coffee table. The voice was that of Franz, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Hoff, her employer.
Beverly shuddered at the thought of the pregnancy test she had taken that morning in her apartment, knowing full well that he had evil intentions. The last thing she wanted was for Franz to touch her while she was pregnant.
Franz snapped her out of her reverie by saying, “I love the sound of ‘sir’ on your lips.” “I’d like to see what else you can do with your lips. Beverly said, “Franz, I don’t care.” “I have to get back to work. “I don’t think so,” Franz grabbed her arm. “I’m not a man who takes rejection well.
“Please let me go,” Beverly said. Beverly was relieved when Mrs. Hoffman called her at that moment to prepare a special dinner, even though she wouldn’t have liked it on any other day. However, Franz dragged her into the cooking area.
She was shocked to hear him exclaim, “When are you going to stop playing hard to get?” and dropped the pot she had been scrubbing furiously on the sink. She sobbed, “Wh-what do you want?””Oh, finally. A nice little answer,” Franz remarked, leaning too close to her.
Her skin crawled as his nose brushed her jaw. “Observe? I am attracted to women of all colors. Surrender now and allow me to place you over this counter as I have desired since you arrived.” She shooed him away and yelled, “No, I don’t want that!”
“I said I was tired of your games!” Franz looked her straight in the face and growled. Lust and rage burned in his eyes. Beverly was honestly wondering how to tell him she was expecting a baby. Then maybe he’ll back off. Still, people like him wouldn’t give up.
Fortunately, when she continued to contradict him, Franz cursed her and stormed out of the kitchen. Her breath quickened and all she could do was hold on to the counter. She had to pull herself together as a few tears fell from her eyes. “Is everything alright Beverly?” It was Mrs. Hoff.
“Yes, of course, Augustine,” she replied, straightening up and fixing her hair. Her bosses didn’t mind her calling them by name.
“Are you sure?” Mrs. Hoff asked after observing her condition.
“Well,” Beverly thought for a moment. “Madam, I am very sorry to say this, but I think Franz is in love with me.
She said it. I really do. She had reached her breaking point. But she could not announce her pregnancy publicly. She decided to trick the Hoffs and teach Franz a lesson so it would disrupt her plans.
“Oh!” Mrs. Hoff turned her attention away with a laugh. “My son has many girlfriends, but he would agree that you probably misunderstood his intentions.
Beverly just nodded but was afraid in her heart. She needed to move slowly.
A few days later, Beverly remained calm as she prepared dinner.
Mrs. Hoff complimented her, but there was still an implicit tension.
Beverly continued her work while keeping the details of Franz’s abuse a secret.
Mr. Hoff suddenly rushed in with his wife.
“Hello Augustine! Have you made any contact with the vault?”
Beverly was in the kitchen and saw them.
“What? Of course not,” retorted Mrs. Hoff.
Are you sure you didn’t touch anything, Franz?”
“I don’t even know the password!” Franz shrugged.
“There must have been a break-in. The police need to be called!” Mrs. Hoff suggested something and reached for the phone.
“ARE YOU CRAZY?” Mr. Hoff complained and removed her from Beverly’s sight. Calling the police would make matters worse – he was evading taxes.
Beverly entered. I am sorry. It’s dinner time, Augustine. I’ll retire to my room for now. Call me when you’re done.”
Mrs. Hoff acknowledged Beverly and left the room. She was afraid they were looking for a sign.
When Beverly walked into her room, she saw a bag on the bed. Confused, she opened it and discovered a wad of money inside.
Beverly knew right away that it was lost cash. Now that the Hoffs knew where it was, it would be dangerous for her to take it and then go. Seeing that it was Franz’s fault and that it was going to get him in hot water, she rushed into the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Hoff were.
She pointed to the bags and said, “I found this in my room,” the Hoff’s. “I think Fr-“
“YOU STOLE FROM US?” He accused her, Mr. Hoff.
“He’s been with us for weeks and nothing has ever gone missing, Johann!” Beverly was called a thief by Mr. Hoff, who, according to Ms. Hoff, insisted she leave.
“Go! You have a boot!”
“Please say no!” “I’m pregnant,” she shook her head.
With a look of disbelief in Mrs. Hoff’s eyes, Beverly saw something in them that made her think, “Yes.” That’s right, Ms. Hoff. You should begin to suspect that your son is the father of the child. You will sympathize with me and make up for my peace, I know you! Let me get the money before I leave!
Beverly pleaded, but her requests were ignored. When she got back to her room, she had just taken off her top and thought she needed to find a way to prove her innocence to the Hoffs when she heard a voice distract her.
“Finally some skin!”
Franz walked in and closed the door to her room.
She screamed, “Get out!”
“See what happens when you’re not smart?”
he grinned.
“Refined?” Beverly asked.
Franz shrugged and walked over to her saying, “I offered you much better than being a maid and you turned me down.” “So I had to teach you a little lesson.
Beverly cleared her throat and added, “Great.” “You won.
Now let me go.”
“Ah,” he indicated with a shake of his finger. Wouldn’t you want to crawl to get your job back? Or I can offer you a solution. No one will hire you after this. I can pay you and you can be mine. Closing his eyes, he rested his face on her neck and said, “It wouldn’t be much different from being a maid, except it would be a lot more pleasurable and sweaty and overwhelming.”
As always, Beverly’s hands ached to slap him, but she forced herself to hold back. This could help her achieve her goals. She touched his neck and then reached his shoulders. She replied, “Well since you put it so nicely,” hoping it would come across as believable.
“Really?”
“I turned you down before to avoid problems with your mother, but I don’t care anymore,” Beverly said. “You’re right. I’m unlikely to find another job. I therefore accept your offer.”
“Excellent,” Franz pulled away, smiling as if he had cheated the dealer to win a card.
“Tomorrow we’ll meet in town and I’ll give you a taste of what it means to say yes to me.”
“Tomorrow?” Beverly cut him off. “What am I going to do until then? I’m homeless and penniless. I demand payment in advance.”
Franz shook his head, “No,” and took a step back. “No advance payment. Next day.”
“Then I’m sorry. I’ll have to find another rich man to help me,” she shrugged before going back to her makeup. And he was cheated by her.
“Wait,” Franz whispered, grabbing her arm. “Good.
Before you go, I’ll get you something once you’ve finished packing.”
Beverly commented, “You are very sweet.” “I don’t know why I resisted for so long.
Franz smiled. He growled, “I’m not sweet at all, honey.” “I’ll show you tomorrow.
Franz left the room and the words hung in the air. He is repulsive! Her thoughts screamed.
She needed to expose Franz and find a way out of this dirty house before something else went wrong!
Beverly tiptoed into the kitchen; the hallway was empty and she saw Mrs. Hoff leaning against the counter with her head up.
“Augustine,” Beverly said.
“What? Well, are you ready? “I’ll get you a taxi,” Mrs. Hoff said, looking tired.
“You know I didn’t, Augustine. That explains why you treat me so well,” Beverly said.
“I don’t know anything at all. However, my husband would like you to go. Please try not to complicate it.”
“It was Franz,” Beverly frowned. “He intervened because I rejected his advances. You have to trust me, Augustine. He had been harassing and touching me for some time, but I felt like I had communicated my intentions. He finally called it off and admitted he did it.” done.”
Mrs. Hoff shook her head sadly. “Beverly, stop it.
“No! He’s going to rob Mr. Hoff one more time.”
Augustine, please. Please. I’m not a robber.
“Stealing his father?” Mrs. Hoff asked, confused.
Indeed. He did it this time, but I’m not sure if he’s done it before.”
“What is he still doing here?” Mr. Hoff asked as he returned to the kitchen.
“Just a second, Johann!”
Mrs. Hoff pulled her husband away with a whisper. Mr. Hoff narrowed his eyes after shaking his head a few times. After a quick glance at Beverly, he took his wife’s hand.
“Let’s look.”
Beverly followed them up the stairs but stayed a few steps behind them.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mr. Hoff shouted in alarm.
Beverly went upstairs to see her bosses waiting outside Mr. Hoffman’s office door.
“Wait, honey. Mrs. Hoff begged her husband to calm down, but he was determined to prove something. As they moved further into the space, Beverly was a little pleased to see Franz kneeling in front of the safe holding a wad of money.”.
“Daddy! Wait. It’s not as you may believe. The spoiled child stood up, his eyes shining at Beverly before they froze and he turned back to his father in fear.”
Not what I assumed, huh? I just heard that you don’t know my password. Mr. Hoff looked back over his shoulder and kept shouting. “Did you try to blame Beverly?”
Tell me, Franz, that’s not true! How did you do it?” Desperate Mrs. Hoff continued.
Their son said, “It wasn’t like that,” but paused.
Mr. Hoff shook his head. “I just dumped her for nothing!”
Mrs. Hoff began to cry into her hands.
Beverly was still afraid, but she felt it would be good to be vindicated.
“Dad! I promise there was a misunderstanding.”
Mr. Hoff said, “Get out of my house,” after a long silence. Now that his voice was normal, everything seemed even scarier.
Franz shook his head mockingly. “You can not be serious.”
His father continued, “Get out before I decide to call the police.”
“You won’t go. You’re too scared.”
Mr. Hoff said, “Try me.” From Beverly’s perspective, Franz couldn’t help the look on his father’s face.
With a trembling hand, he returned the wad of money and left the room. Mrs. Hoffman continued to cry loudly. Her husband bent down, put the money in the safe, and closed it.
There was an electronic sound.
Then Mr. Hoff came to her. Any chance you could stay with us, Beverly? After all this? The tired rich man said, “I’m sorry for my outburst and what my son did.” His body lost all strength.
This was her chance. Beverly touched her stomach and apologized, ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t work for you anymore. “I couldn’t let my pride stand. However, I need you to do something for me. Please.”
Yes, honey. Anything,” Mrs. Hoff said, ashamed of her son’s behavior.
Beverly left the Hoff estate with a large amount of cash in her purse. She glanced sideways at the flamboyant building, mocking how easily she had mastered them. Another foolish customer of hers who fell for her scam!
When they found out he was waiting, they were really sorry. She got paid so much!
The Hoffs were unaware that their beloved son was not the biological father, which Mrs. Hoff suspected and covered up for Beverly to protect their good name.
As she left, Beverly envisioned Franz living on the street and her new, beautiful apartment complete with a small, comfortable nursery for her child. “Two birds with one stone,” she grinned to herself and whispered.
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Beverly’s cunning plan came to fruition and she left the Hoff Manor feeling triumphant and relieved. She deftly navigated the treacherous waters of deception and manipulation, securing her safety and securing a future for her unborn child.
As she left, the majesty of the Hoff mansion behind her, she felt a mixture of emotions. The weight of her experiences with Franz and the unfair accusations took their toll, but Beverly knew she had to focus on the future. She managed to outwit her oppressors and ensure that Franz faced the consequences of his actions.
Thinking about her journey, Beverly felt a surge of empowerment. She stood her ground, exposed Franz’s despicable behavior, and ended up securing a significant amount of money. This money would give her the stability and resources she needed to raise her child in a safe and nurturing environment.
Her thoughts turned to Franz, who would now face the consequences of his actions. She imagined him struggling with the reality of his downfall, stripped of his privileged lifestyle. Beverly hoped the experience would serve as a harsh lesson that would force him to face his own mistakes and perhaps one day seek redemption.
The Hoffs, though devastated by the revelation, were also left to ponder their own complicity. Mrs. Hoff’s initial disbelief and Mr. Hoff’s anger gave way to regret and shame. They had to come to terms with their son’s true nature and the role they played in enabling his behavior.
Beverly knew her life was about to change dramatically. She imagined a new, modest apartment, far from the luxury of the Hoff home, but full of warmth and love. She envisioned decorating a cozy nursery for her child, a space where they could both start anew.
In the days that followed, Beverly took steps to secure her newfound wealth and began planning for her child’s arrival. She enrolled in prenatal classes, sought medical care, and began looking for suitable housing. Every step she took was a step towards independence and a better future.
Beverly’s story was one of resilience, courage, and unwavering determination to protect her dignity and her child’s future. She faced adversity and emerged victorious, teaching a valuable lesson to those who underestimated her.
As Beverly embarked on this new chapter, she knew she had not only protected her own future but also set an example of strength and tenacity. She hoped her story would inspire others facing similar challenges to stand up for themselves and fight for what is right.
In sharing her story, Beverly wanted to remind everyone that even in the face of injustice, you can find the strength to overcome and reclaim your life. Her journey was a testament to the power of perseverance and the importance of standing up to wrongdoing.
As Beverly settled into her new life, she looked forward to the day she welcomed her child into the world. She was determined to provide a loving and nurturing environment, one where her child would grow up knowing the values of integrity, strength, and resilience.
Beverly’s story wasn’t just one of revenge or survival; it was a celebration of the human spirit’s ability to rise above adversity and come out stronger. Her journey was closed and she was ready to face the future with hope and optimism.