Just a few minutes past seven a.m., Rosa unlocked the side door to the kitchen in the large multi-room mansion. Rosalita Sonama had been given the key by her mistress, Miss Romero, whom she insisted be called Jenna. Rosa had been working as Jenna’s housekeeper and maid for about seven months now. After a storm knocked out the neighborhood power grid one late afternoon, Rosa artfully mixed together some on-hand packaged goods with veggies and fruit from the refrigerator before they could spoil. Jenna was so pleased she promoted Rosa’s position to add cook to her titles. Thus Rosa came early every morning for the past three months or so to prepare her employer a tasty breakfast. She was dressed casually, as allowed by her boss, today in a fairly thin, form-fitting halter top and tight bermuda shorts.<br/><br/>This morning, as usual, she checked the living room for Jenna, who too often worked late into the night in her online business. Seeing it empty, she also checked the office adjoining the living room, but Jenna was not there either. She must have gone to bed at a decent hour, Rosa assumed, and set about preparing her the usual breakfast - juevos rancheros, some sliced fruit (usually cantelope and bananas), grape juice and a biscuit with honey.<br/><br/>She set the vitals carefully on a tray and prepared to carry it up to Jenna’s bedroom. The luxurious bedroom was one of the few indulgences Jenna had allowed herself since her Great Aunt Marisa died and left Jenna a sizeable inheritance, including this mansion. Even though no longer necessary, she continued to work her ridiculous hours as a data analyst. Rosa thought it was a waste to devote herself to the work when she could live generously on her wealth, but it was Jenna’s habit.<br/><br/>Rosa knocked lightly on the bedroom door, not sure if she would be waking her mistress or not. She did hear something that sounded like a low moan through the wood, so she carefully opened the door and peeked in. Jenna was still in bed, but with seemed to be a damp washcloth folded over her forehead. She moaned again as Rosa slowly approached the bed.<br/><br/>“I have your breadfast, Miss Jenna. Are you… are you feeling all right?” she asked delicately.