Maid of Change(s)

A Homeland prince contemplates why his aristocracy-life warrants a new 'air' of Romanticism, but only his darling-maid (Ezzy) can infuse this matter.

A romance fable of modern times drawn from various sources/movies. Hope you like it, 

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AMLAN SATAN: This is a bird-cage worthy of prince-IQ (in deeds) and reminds me why my sons are afforded a future-view for 'excellence' and my only confidante for a social media 'share' about American Dream fortune(s) remains my wonderful housekeeper (Ezzy) who moves me to create landscape architecture daydreams (of capitalism-race materialism!).

Prince Satan had built his domain of fortune-readings in the American Homeland from inheritance(s) and Wall-St. (Ford) earnings and was contemplating how the veiled charms of capitalism-race 'chess' cast him as the 'little-prince' of Western world materialism, and this gave him an ironic eye for his darling-maid (Ezzy) who remained his only 'weakness' for Earth's consciousness, but he continued to think how she challenged his sense of manly-intelligence(s) with a challenging sense of 'human' marks (hmm).

EZZY: You and your darling-sons are like a little 'castle' in the sky!

AMLAN: You have this special gift of creating magic with language-arts.

EZZY: Are you being forward with your own housekeeper, Mr. Satan?

AMLAN: My name's Amlan; you know that, Ezzy; I'm a 'hip' cyber-dude.

EZZY: Ha, I doubt you've got that mod-traffic 'buzz' spirit for shares.

AMLAN: You've drawn a West-net circuit 'feeling' in me (for friendship).

EZZY: Cool.

Would Ezzy change Satan? He decided to shock her with a special/secret Valentine's week dinner at his estate, a delicious/zesty seafood-noodle dish (Italian) that would delight her out of her 'trained' belief that she was (simply) employed by a materialism-man of high-hand in Homeland fortune-readings, and perhaps she's see a 'little-chef' in her employer...rather than a (straight) magician (wow).

EZZY: Why'd you call me from your office at your landline-number today?
AMLAN: Wanted to see what you made of our V-Day pasta-event, Ezzy?

EZZY: I've become quite a cheer for your little boys, eh?
AMLAN: There's something in you that makes for capitalism's patriots (ha).

EZZY: Well...what if I turn out to be some 'liberal' housekeeper of cliche?

AMLAN: That's true; perhaps this 'chance' of examination is (all) matter?

EZZY: Let's play a game...call me this next month from your office.

AMLAN: And/what?
EZZY: If you believe I'm 'mom' material (for your sons), then I'm a princess.

AMLAN: Why'd I conceive this was inconceivable, Ezzy?
EZZY: You're a deep-thought chess-man of capitalism-IQ; you'll know!

AMLAN: That's quite a 'stake' you've proposed for this matter, no?

EZZY: Isn't a 'good' game worth a photo-magic (for memory)?

AMLAN: I'll play this game (with zig-zag money).

EZZY: Good (thanx).

The miracle happened. Prince Satan fell in love with Ezzy. This was a good lyric-of-music, for capitalism's readings matters. There was a 'fresh' sense of living happiness this housekeeper brought into the consciousness of the wealthy world-man of chess/diamonds/games/intelligence, and perhaps she's afford for his 'little-family' of America something this new millennium 'landscape' reached for --- that 'transcendence' daydream of troubles-memes (for the Ego).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)