Michael stirred in his bed, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on his face. He opened his eyes slowly, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness before sitting up and stretching. It was Friday, and he had decided to take the day off work and spend some time with Erica and Giselle.
As he stepped out of his bedroom, he found the two women waiting for him with smiles on their faces. Erica wore her usual maid uniform, while Giselle was dressed in a traditional kimono that accentuated her curves.
"Good morning, Michael-san," Giselle greeted him with a slight bow.
"Good morning, Giselle," Michael replied, returning the bow. "You look lovely today."
Erica rolled her eyes playfully. "You always say that to her, Michael," she said with a grin. "What about me?"
Michael chuckled. "You look beautiful as always, Erica," he said, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Giselle asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Michael shrugged. "I thought we could start the day off with some breakfast, then maybe head to the shooting range or take a stroll through the gardens."
Erica nodded eagerly. "That sounds like a great idea," she said. "I can prepare some pancakes for breakfast."
As the three of them made their way to the kitchen, Michael felt grateful for the company of his two employees. He knew he could always count on them to lift his spirits and remind him of the importance of taking a break from work every once in a while.
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As Erica busied herself with the pancake batter, Giselle took the opportunity to move closer to Michael.
"Michael-san, have you seen my new katana?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Michael turned to face her, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "No, I haven't," he said. "Why don't you show me?"
Giselle grinned and reached behind her back, producing the long blade from thin air. It floated in the air beside her, suspended by her supernatural powers.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she said, twirling the sword in the air. "I've been practicing with it every day."
Erica looked over from the stove, her expression neutral but her eyes narrowing slightly. She knew that Giselle was trying to win Michael's attention again, and it was starting to get on her nerves.
"Very impressive," Michael said with a nod. "But don't forget, Erica is just as skilled with her SMGs."
Giselle's smile faltered slightly as she glanced over at Erica, who was now pouring the pancake batter onto the griddle with practiced ease.
"Oh, of course," Giselle said quickly. "I didn't mean to imply otherwise."
Michael sensed the tension between the two women and cleared his throat. "Why don't we all sit down and enjoy some breakfast?" he suggested, gesturing to the table.
As they sat down to eat, Erica couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Giselle. She knew that Michael had a soft spot for the voluptuous bodyguard, but she wasn't about to give up without a fight. After all, she had her own talents and charms, and she wasn't going to let Giselle win Michael's attention that easily.
While all three were eating pancakes, Erica raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Well, I don't see how your sword is any use in a modern setting, Giselle. This isn't feudal Japan."
Giselle bristled at the comment. "My katana is a symbol of my family's heritage and skill. It has been passed down for generations and is a part of who I am. It is just as useful as your guns, if not more so."
Erica scoffed. "You can't just rely on tradition and sentimentality, Giselle. Times have changed, and we need to adapt to survive. That's why Michael hired me - to keep him safe with my skills."
Michael, who had been quietly sipping his coffee, spoke up. "Ladies, please. We all have our own strengths and abilities. Erica, your expertise with firearms is crucial for my protection. And Giselle, your knowledge of traditional combat and your supernatural powers make you an invaluable asset as well."
He looked at them both with a smile. "Besides, I didn't hire you two to argue with each other all day.