From Maid To Mistress

Kelvin

As I waited for George to arrive for a round of golf on my brand-new course, I tapped my foot violently on the ground. He was frequently late, especially given that he was aware of how limited my time was. Normally, I wouldn't be able to take a whole afternoon off in the middle of a brand-new, upscale Gold Resort launching, but I had to check out this golf course immediately. In fact, I was eager to do it.

if he ever showed up!

I'd known George for the majority of my life, and we'd been through a lot together. Even though he drove me nuts, I probably kept him around for that reason.

The son of one of the contractors raced up to him and leaped into his arms as if he were the best guy in the entire damn world as I stood in the lobby of my brand-new hotel, which was set to open the next weekend. Although I would never acknowledge it, a part of me craved for that. I kept my yearning for a family life a secret from everyone, but it blazed hot within me.

I had achieved success in every aspect of my life by the age of 38. I was renowned businessman kelvin Anderson. I was successful, respected, had money, and ladies were fawning over me.

However, I hadn't yet met a woman I wanted to start a family with. I was starting to believe that I would never meet the person who would end up being my soul mate. I frequently had sex proposals, and I even had requests for relationships from ladies who didn't know me. Everything was done just for financial gain.

As hollow a life as it was, perhaps I was destined to remain a playboy bachelor forever more.

I let out a huge sigh as I visualised holding a small child in my arms. I've known I'd be better ever since my father abandoned my mother and me when I was just eleven years old. I truly wanted to take care of my wife and child, therefore I looked forward to starting my own family. I wouldn't prioritise drinking, I wouldn't cheat, and I wouldn't abandon my young child in favor of a life I deemed more fascinating.

I was aware that I was capable of outperforming him, but it had never happened to me.

"Hey, dude!" Finally, George's voice calling to me from behind me jolted me out of my gloomy thoughts. The question "Are you ready?"

I turned and gave him the side-eye. "Ready? It's been twenty minutes since I arrived here. I quickly scanned every inch of his body. He was dressed in a turtleneck and linen shorts. He had an unusual appearance, but I could see he was trying. He tried to appear the part, but in classic George fashion, he wasn't quite successful. "You look great, guy. Let's venture outside.

He said nonchalantly as we stepped outdoors into the warmth of the spring light, "This is what I enjoy about your business. "Trying all this awesome stuff out before anyone else gets a chance."

I said with a chuckle, already forgetting my foul mood, "It has to have some benefits." I put forth a ton of effort to make this happen.

And that's why you're so fucking wealthy, yeah. Sincerity: For someone with millions of dollars in the bank, you moan way too much.

I had a thought, but I refrained from saying it out loud. When it came to finances, George and I didn't agree. We had both worked incredibly hard to become extremely affluent, but I didn't believe that made me a better person than anyone else. I had started my own enterprises and become successful, but I was still just a person. George had worked hard to become one of the most successful attorneys in New York City, but I didn't believe it gave him the right to belittle those who were less fortunate. He assumed they weren't trying because they were lazy.

Not that I could debate him again about that. We could never come to terms with that, so it was simply worthless.

"George , whatever, let's just play some golf. I need to finish a ton of paperwork this afternoon.

"Yeah, whatever, yeah..."

We whacked balls throughout the course, and I could feel my body unwinding. My shoulders dropped out of strain, my chest felt lighter, and I could definitely feel a smile starting to emerge on my face. George helped me occasionally get out of my workaholic mode, which is why I needed him. The only issue was that he insisted on telling me specifics about his most recent date. I wanted him would simply stop giving me all the graphic details because I didn't need them.

"Man, her butt was absolutely gorgeous. You should have seen her, to be honest.

How do you manage to seduce so many different women? I shook my head and laughed. Do they not recognize you for the moron you are?

I don't activate the charm for you, of course! You would witness if I did.

"Please don't ever do that. I don't want to see you in top form.

George chuckled and fired his subsequent shot before abruptly shifting the topic. This is the resort number, then what?

I buffed, "Eighteen," with pride. "Across the US. I'll soon have one in every state, I promise.

You started from nothing, so that's quite amazing.

We simply lacked any supplies, so it wasn't anything. We weren't technically living on the streets or anything, but my mother suffered. Even in the hardest of circumstances, we always had food on the table at the very least. But there was no point in telling George that my father blew off a lot of our family's money. It was nothing if it wasn't millions.

"You've done pretty well for yourself, man."

"I'm grateful. It is satisfying. I can unwind once more briefly once this one is open.

He laughed, "As if you ever relax." "You're always planning or working on the next one."

"Yes, yes. But perhaps I'll need to take a short break. Mom wants me around more these days because she doesn't feel well. I thought about how much she was straining and pursed my lips into a narrow line. "She can't move around much and her hip is acting up a lot."

Oh my God, I know she despises that. Being so familiar with my mother,George understood. Elena values being independent. What do you suppose it to be?

She hasn't fully recovered from the procedure on her leg, according to the doctor. Now that her bones are weakened, she may still have fibromyalgia.

Oh no, that sounds bad. What is that?

They believe her original leg break to be the cause of her long-lasting agony. She only requires assistance, but as you noted, she is autonomous. She dislikes to take any kind of help.

I shook my head and let out a loud sigh. My mother was the best lady I had ever known, yet despite my love for her, she was often irritated by her inability to care for herself. She was cleaning the house, painting, and even working on do-it-yourself projects while having a broken bone. She refused to listen when I and her doctor both warned her against it. obstinate to the furthest extreme.

I added, "Anyway," attempting to lighten the atmosphere before I became overly stressed once more. "I should be unwinding out here," I said. I want to stop thinking about everything that makes me anxious. Isn't this simply you attempting to distract me from my game?

"There is no necessity!" George was so excited that he almost yelled. You're awful. I'm giving you the boot.

I should have anticipated that he would keep score. He was too spirited for it, despite our assurances that we wouldn't. He became a fantastic lawyer as a result, but was terrible to play sports with.

Is it your phone, by chance? George gave me a nod. "I hear a strange noise. It has been going off for some time.

"Hmm, is that it?" I pulled it out of my pocket only to discover that I had neglected to switch it back from the day's earlier setting to the much quieter meeting mode. What a terrible mess that was going to be. I Emails and voicemails were probably pouring out of my ass. I put the telephone to my ear. Hello, this is Kelvin Anderson . How may I help you?

"Hello, Mr. Anderson , this is the Bellevue Hospital calling you." My heart sank into my shoes since I had previously received this call, and it had never gone well. "I have Elena Anderson , your mother, here."

"What's going on?" I didn't give her a chance to get there on her own, so I rushed in right away. My tense back sought to brace me for the worst as my racing heart pounded frantically in my chest.

Every time a doctor or the hospital phoned, I would act in this way; it was almost as if I was trying to imagine what it would be like to be entirely alone. I would be all alone after my mother passed away, but, with God's help, that wouldn't ever happen. My father and I had not spoken in several years. Is she all right?

"She fell, I see. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but the doctor thinks she shattered her leg.

"Again?" As panic rushed through my body at a million miles per hour, I tugged at the ends of my hair. Is it harmful? Does she seem okay?

"I believe coming here is the greatest option. I don't have access to all the information. I was merely instructed to contact the emergency number.

That was bad. I had to go right away. Mom needed me, so I had to get there soon.

"Thank you; I'm headed your way. Goodbye."

I hung up the phone and looked helplessly at George. He questioned, "Is it your mom?" with great worry. "Everything all right? Can I do anything to help?

She is in the medical center. I hope you don't mind that I have to leave.

Obviously not. He gave my arm a comforting stroke. "You carry out your obligations. Just know that if you need me, I'm available on the other end of the line. Is there anything I can do for you here?

Everything, indeed! Although I wanted to yell, I refrained. Many things needed to be done, but George was unable to complete them. Only I knew how to complete everything to the required standard. I had control issues all the way to the finish, which may have contributed to my long workweek.

It didn't really matter. I wasn't going to analyze myself right now. I had to go right away. I needed to be at Mom's hospital appointment since she was there once again. Although it had only been a short while, I felt like I was delaying.

"No, it's alright. Regards, dude. When I know myself, I'll let you know how Mom is doing.

I hurried off the golf course, digging around in my pockets for my car keys. Even though I had lived a successful life and made a respectable salary, I was still unable to support my mother as much as I would have liked. She has always supported me; without her, I would not have become the guy I am today. I tried everything I could to ease her suffering, but I was powerless to do so.

It drove me mad since that was the one aspect of my life that I had no control over.

Phoebe

Humans are pigs! I wiped the copious amounts of sweat from my forehead and sighed heavily. I detested working in this filthy motel; it was my worst nightmare. It really made me realize how awful people could be. I was ready to go. I needed to find a new job, but it wasn't simple because the job market at the time was terrible. The location of this establishment was close to me, which was a positive. Why would you leave sheets covered in semen in the middle of the space? At least my shift was about to end. I couldn't wait to see my baby girl, Abby, when I got home. She was the loveliest thing in the entire world and had just turned six. She made the arduous work at this low-paying job worthwhile. It wasn't as difficult when I gazed into her eyes and realized why I was doing it. I was just fortunate to have my closest buddy Terran there to take care of her. Pablo's commanding voice echoed through the bedroom door, "Phoebe ?" I need to speak with you at my office after you leave here. However, that concludes my shift. I merely desired to return home. Pablo was babbling on about health and safety regulations, and I didn't want to hear him. I must return for my daughter. It won't take much time. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine as soon as I heard him speak. It is necessary. For goodness' sake! I rolled my eyes and exhaled angrily as Pablo walked away. The last thing I needed was this. I decided it was adequate after casting my eyes over the space. Most of the work had been completed by me. It was OK because I wasn't paid enough to stay past my shift. The semen was gone, and there was no longer any dirt in the space. In my opinion, that was a victory. I tugged my apron over my head and pushed the cleaning bucket back into the cabinet. The clothes I was wearing underneath were filthy as hell, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't as if I had a pleasant place to be. I spend all my time these days at home or at work. I said aggressively, "Okay, Pablo," and pushed open his office door. "What's happening? Is this a brand-new law? Can I just obtain a worksheet or other resource to use for learning? Oh no, it's not that at all. He made a menacing sound by tapping his fingers together. "This is distinct from that. Take a seat, please. I did what he asked, folding my arms across my chest the entire time as I calculated how long it would take me to return home. To say goodnight to Abby before she went to bed, I wanted to be there before she did. That seemed much more significant than this-or whatever this was-at the time. Okay Phoebe , as I'm sure you're aware, we need to make some changes around here. A: "There are?" In the eighteen months I'd worked here, I hadn't observed any changes. Many things needed to be cleaned up, but I couldn't see that ever occurring. "Like what?" you ask. Well, primarily our staff. That, well, made my heart a little weaker. It didn't seem like the best approach to start a meeting to discuss staffing adjustments. "The motel has been losing money over the past year, and we need to reduce our workforce to cover the costs." "Wouldn't sprucing it up a little help?" With a desperate ache in my heart, I questioned. I was able to see where this was headed and I did not like it at all. "Perhaps draw in a better clientele." But doesn't that cost money, too? He arched an eyebrow at me like I was a moron. "We don't have any money." "Oh, right," I experienced shame and silence. "I see. What are you saying then? "I'm suggesting that we have to make some regrettable cutbacks, and one of them is you. You are no longer really necessary to us. "You don't need a cleaning service?" I could feel my body shaking with panic. I had to halt this somehow before it got out of hand. "The place needs to be cleaned; you must have someone do it." He remarked piteously, "You aren't the only maid we have on the books. "Unfortunately, you are the first one out because you are the newest one in." I have a daughter, though. I require the job. As I anxiously attempted to figure out how to win Pablo over, my mind raced like crazy. I hadn't necessarily been harsh with him, but I also wasn't excessively friendly. Even though he was my employer, I didn't put any effort into it, and now I deeply regret it. I can't let myself go that easily. "Well," he said, deliberately pouting his lips. There must be something I can do, I guess. "Anything, yes. I'll take any action. That's great to hear, I say. As he slid his chair out, he tucked his hands behind his head and gave me what appeared to be a provocative smile. Because I'm positive we could take some action. "What..." The energy in the room completely changed, and I swallowed anxiously. "What exactly do you mean by that?" He nodded downward while puffing out his chest. As my eyes slowly moved to the area he was pointing to, disgust overcame me as I noticed a hardness in his pants. Did he believe I was some ignorant eighteen-year-old bimbo? He must not have known that I was a 32-year-old woman with self-assurance, respect for myself, and a desire to produce money in a way that took care of me. Never, never, never this. You've got to be joking, right? I yelled as I sprang to my feet and stood. "Are you kidding? Do you think I would do that to remain working as the housekeeper at this run-down motel? No way!" Okay, good luck with your job search then. His voice took on an icy tone. The air was so dense that a knife could have been used to cut it. "I'm certain you'll land a new job soon." I put my palms on his desk and fixed my gaze squarely in his direction. I required that he notice the fury in my eyes. He needed to know how furious I was with him. I would do a lot of things, but that is not one of them, to give my daughter a wonderful life. I then twisted around and stalked out of his office. He continued to slur behind me, but I was unable to hear him because my heart was pounding so loudly inside of me. I muttered fiercely to myself, "Fuck that." There is no way in hell that I would act in such a manner, so I don't deserve to be treated that way. I'd sooner go broke for a few days than approach that horrible man's...thing. Reality didn't set in until the biting cold of the night air slapped my face. It would take more than a few days to get by without a job. I had to find another job immediately, and I had to do it. Abby required of me. My feet moved fast as I made my way home. As I was doing so, I noticed Abby and Terran creating legos on the carpet. I took a brief break and simply observed them having fun. My shoulders started to relax a little bit. When nothing else worked, Abby always made me happy-but the tight knot in my stomach persisted. "Are you alright?" Sensing my anxiety, Terran enquired. "You seem to be angry." Oh no, what a day. I grinned wryly. Pablo was a... Pablo , you're aware. They must apparently make cuts, and I am one of them. When I continued the story, Terran's eyes became even wider in shock, which was only about to become worse. Unless I was ready to, you know. "Ugh." She scrunched up her nose in disdain. "That's awful." Yes, it is now time for me to look for a new employment. I let out a sigh and collapsed onto the couch, briefly closing my eyes. Abby climbed into the chair next to me and encircled me with her arms. My heart was heated, and I drew her nearer to me so that I would at least have her. Not all of it was horrible. I gave her black curly hair on top, "Right, sweetheart," and planted a kiss there. Abby had her father's nose, but we both had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. The only trace of a life that has been lost. "Go to bed now, you need to. Okay, go get cleaned up and put on your pajamas. I agree, Mommy. My kid jumped up as usual and dashed into the restroom. I'll be there shortly. "So, what are you going to do right now?" As she scooped up the scattered toys from the floor, Terran enquired. What place are you going to search? Terran was a cook for my ex-husband, Abby's dad, so talking about work was a little difficult. If that weren't the case, I was confident that she would have asked for me by now. I answered groggily, "I'll find something." Tomorrow, I'll phone around to see what I can find. I am aware that this is a challenging moment to start a new work, but there must be a solution. She inquired, enthralled, "So, what did Pablo say?" Did he really ask you to have sex with him, you know? I instantly shuddered as the recollection suddenly came back to me. It was revolting, and I'm still queasy just thinking about it. The most offensive thing of all is that he even considered that I would. He chose me almost as though he sensed some vulnerability in me as a single mother, which made him the worst asshole on the earth. He then nodded towards his erect cock after saying there was something I could do to avoid being laid off. I shook my head and pretended to be ill. "It was awful. As if, is what I mean. "You always seem to have bad luck! Surely you have a legal option to pursue? Sexual harassment and unfair dismissal must both be addressed. "I'm sure I could, but I'm short on time and resources. I believe I'd want to concentrate my efforts on finding a new job. She rubbed my leg and offered me a dejected smile while saying, "Yeah, you're probably right." If it's okay with you, I'll buy us some wine while you put Abby to bed. "Thanks, Terran," I said with appreciation. "That's fantastic." I entered Abby 's room. I sat on the edge of the blankets after she crawled beneath them and encircled her in my arms. I was absolutely filled with love; I was overflowing with it. I sometimes thought I had to go above and beyond to make up for being a working single mother. I desired for Abby to understand how much I cherish her. This was the reason I had to arrive home from work on time; I couldn't miss such lovely occasions. I gave her a gentle cheek kiss. I'll see you in the morning, love, and good night. Thank you. It's a lot. She sighed and said, "I love you, too, Mommy," as she began to doze asleep. "Goodnight."

Kelvin

"Are you alright, Mom?" I could feel myself grumbling as I assisted her out of the car, and I knew it was going to irritate her. "Your leg seems fine. Is it delicate? If it hurts, the doctor instructs you to return.

"Won't you let it go, Kel?" She was the only person I had ever permitted to abbreviate my name. I would kill anyone who attempted that at work. I preferred it when everyone recognized me as Mr. Anderson, or Kelvin at a push. "Who the hell cares what the doctor said? He said what the doctor said. I'm alright.

"Your leg broke," I said. I shouted out loud and threw my arms in the air in anger. Why couldn't she understand the gravity of this? Even in the hospital, she felt frustrated with the medical staff as they advised her to exercise caution going forward. How is that okay?

For God's sake, "Oh." Mom rolled her eyes at me, seeming as though I was being dramatic. She really gave the impression that breaking your leg after falling down a few stairs was nothing out of the ordinary. She spoke about it as though it were commonplace. "Kel, please take me inside. I still have a lot to do.

Frustration boiled within of me. I wanted to smack my mum in the face. "Mom, you have to rest; there is nothing you can do. You won't be forced to push yourself and risk further leg damage by me. If being on crutches and wearing a cast aren't signals to slow down, I don't know what is.

So what am I supposed to do now? At me, she gave a shoulder shrug. Who will handle all the household chores? You? You are too busy, as we both know.

That hurt me a lot. I was confident that she was merely stating a fact and had no malicious intent. I had no intention of becoming that busy. Even though I had a lot on my plate, I always made an effort to find time for her. To take care of ourselves, I suppose we both kept ourselves continually active. Perhaps this was how we handled living without my father.

In any case, it didn't really matter anymore; something had to change. at the least momentarily.

"Well then, I won't be," I retorted defensively. I'll take some time off to look after you. Mom was being led to her townhouse when I put an arm under her armpit. "The newest resort is opening, so I can step aside for a little while to take care of you." What difference would it make if I really took that action because I was already thinking about it? You'll have to unwind that way.

At me, Mom laughed. Whoa, are you kidding? You imply that you will be able to relinquish control. In a million years, that won't ever occur. Just don't try it.

I reacted aggressively because I did not like being called a control freak. I can assign tasks to others. In every department of my resort, I have managers. I can only exert myself so much because I'm constantly beginning the next project. Just for now, I'll put other resorts out of my mind.

"I do not doubt that you have plans already." She was able to see straight through me since there was always something in the works, but fortunately, nothing was finalized.

Mom, just let it go. Okay, I won't do it any longer. If doing so will get you to slow down, then I'll do it.

Mom needed to accept aid, and I didn't want to start a fight about it. She needed to realize that, if she didn't take care, her independence, obstinacy, and pig-headed attitude would lead to even bigger issues. She would spend her entire life in a cast if she disregarded my advice.

When we got inside, I put Mom on a chair and went to the kitchen to get her a drink. She sighed exhausted as she tucked a blonde hair strand behind her ear, which I caught out of the corner of my eye. There was no disputing that I was Mom's son even if I didn't look much like her other than for our deep green eyes. My personality was all her; my father may have given me my exceptional height, my cheekbones and dimples, and my sandy-colored hair. I respected her resolve to handle everything on her own, but it was now my turn to assert myself. Her own welfare was served.

"Coffee or tea, Mom?"

Please have a coffee, she said. Thank you, Kel.

I imagined how I was going to fit everything in as the coffee brewed. Mom was right, even if I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to give her everything I had, but I still needed to be available for work. Only so much could I delegate.

Mom mainly needed assistance with household chores. Cleaning wasn't exactly my strong suit, but I could do anything DIY-related, or at the very least, I would have access to someone to do it through the company. I couldn't devote a lot of time to it and feel like I accomplished something. I might have to hire someone else to do that.

"Mom, I believe I'm going to temporarily employ a cleaner for you. Just till your limb is healed-"

She quickly jumped in, "No way," as I had anticipated she would. "Thank you very much, but I don't need support. I can complete it on my own.

"Mom, could you please be reasonable for a few weeks?" No matter how many times she rejected that request, I wasn't going to pay heed. She wouldn't like it, but I would still hire someone. There was nothing more to it than she needed assistance around the house. "Once you're off your crutches, you won't even notice,"

She gave me a horrible glare when someone knocked on the door and cut me off in mid-sentence. "I'll kill you, Kel, by the grace of God, if that's a cleaner right now."

When in the world would I have had time, Mom? I've only just had the thought. I headed for the door. "I have no idea who it is." My best friend was looking back at me when I threw open the door. Oh, George, are you all right?

Yes, I just came in to see how Elena was doing. He moved passed me and entered the room while removing a sizable bouquet of flowers from his back. I smiled to myself at George's affectionate gesture. He loved my mom, and since he'd spent so much time at my house while we were growing up, it just made logical that he'd come by to see how she was doing.

When we were younger, George's parents frequently battled, which caused chaos in the family. It was poisonous, acrid, and even aggressive. Although it wasn't directed at him, simply at each other, it was enough to make him feel uneasy.

In some ways, what he endured made me relieved that my parents divorced. Even though I didn't particularly enjoy it, it was preferable to being constantly interrupted by disputes. To avoid that, he frequently spent the night with my mother and me. He loved my mother dearly; she was like a second mother to him.

He kissed her cheeks, asking her, "How are you?" How did the fall go?

It was terrible, you know how it is. Mom laughed loudly in her throat. "My darn body isn't functioning like it used to. You'll arrive there in due time.

He chuckled, "Oh, I'm getting there. "My body is already old from spending most of my life slouched over a desk. To be completely honest, I believed that practicing law would be a glamorous career. If you're brewing coffee, ooh, I'll have one.

They were talking about George's high-flying profession, so I didn't bother to mention that the drinks were already made; instead, I just headed back into the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. I grabbed my phone and accessed the internet on it as I was in the kitchen. Ninety-nine percent of the applicants I received through my website, which I used exclusively to hire staff for the resorts, were outstanding. I needed to rapidly construct another job advertisement because I had one to make right now.

The earlier we can find Mom a maid, the better.

The phrase "Cleaner Wanted"

I took a little pause after posting the job title. I wasn't sure exactly how to phrase this post. Whether it would be a long-term position or not depended on how the applicant and Mom got along when they started. Although I wanted to be honest about it, I also wanted them to understand that it might be. I didn't know how to be so ambiguous. Usually, I was rather clear about what I wanted.

The cleaning position is available for a month while the owner recovers from an injury. Interview is mandatory; experience is required. I wanted the applicants to understand what they were signing up for. It was preferable that I directly addressed Mom's disposition. I also wanted to outline the home maintenance requirements. Mom was a control freak who insisted on having everything just so. "A chance that the position will last a long time."

I didn't have time to change my mind after filling out the wage information, which was higher than I would typically submit for a cleaning position due to the uncertainty there.

What is that? As I brought in his coffee, George exclaimed. "Your mother claims that you're attempting to make her hire a maid," she said.

"I am," I responded in defense. "I believe it will be best for someone to take charge of the odd jobs while she heals from this broken bone. You can't be sincere and say you disagree with me, can you?

George had to understand what I was attempting to accomplish, even for someone with half-crazy, irrational beliefs. Actually, he shot me down with "No." "I don't at all believe that's a good idea. What about the numerous thefts?

"Um...what?" That was not the one argument George would have presented, despite all my expectations. What burglaries?

Man, you hear about them all the time, come on! Maids robbing wealthy women, taking advantage of the affluent, and similar behavior. It frequently occurs.

Oh for heaven's sake! He laughed with my mother, which infuriated me. It irritated me that George's viewpoint was merely leading Mom further away from my plan-it was already too late-and that they were working together against me.

"George, what are you talking about? That never occurs. Not really," I laughed in his face.

It frequently appears in the news.

If it is news, perhaps journalists ought to look for something more interesting to write about.

"Boys!" Mom abruptly made a change. "Would you please stop? It doesn't really matter if they steal or not because I won't be hiring a maid. By tomorrow, I'll be myself again and doing everything I was doing earlier today.

The air was utterly devoid of tension after that foolish remark. I received a knowing glance from George, which neither of us desired. For Mom, we both wanted what was best. Once I had the greatest maid I could find, Mom would still visit and everything would be wonderful.

I noticed three emails in my inbox as I looked down at my phone's display. That made me grin because it was obvious that the job offer was alluring enough to draw folks in. Soon enough, I'd be able to locate the ideal match.

It'd be alright. It might initially be a hiccup, but eventually, everything would be OK. I was confident in it.