CHAPTER 6

Jenifer and I are always being scolded because, according to Mayora, we never do anything right.... When I fainted, they immediately carried me to my room and let me sleep soundly. But by 5:30 a.m, I was already on the first floor starting the endless mopping. Jen and I were both mopping and complaining nonstop because their mansion was so huge—it was really annoying.

“Oh my God, we haven’t even put skincare on our faces yet. We’ll look so shabby if we stay here longer!” I complained to Jen.

“Look, I’m so oily, d*mn it. We’re only on the first floor and it’s already taken us an hour and a half. When will we ever finish?” she said, almost crying.

“Okay, uhmm… we should do what we did earlier. Think, deep breath, and exhale!” I told her, and it worked again for both of us.

“So when are you going to finish there? You keep prioritizing your complaints. Don’t you know it’s in the rules that whatever is ordered of you, you must not complain?” Mayora said authoritatively to us.

“Yes, Mayora, we remember. But hopefully we’ll only clean the first floor. We can’t handle the second and third floors—we might finish by nightfall,” Jenifer replied.

“I don’t care. You were assigned to do that, so you must finish it because the boss is about to come home. Otherwise, you’ll be the ones he’ll vent his anger on,” she said.

“Psh, the only reason you’re so confident ordering us around is because you’re the boss’s mistress,” I muttered to myself.

“What are you mumbling there?” she asked me.

“N-nothing. I said... I really love doing this stuff—it’s like exercise,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“Okay, fine. Hurry up there or you won’t get breakfast,” she said and left.

“I’m so fed up with this job!!” I shouted, throwing the mop, then sat down and lay on the floor.

“Astrid!!!” Mayora yelled, so I immediately stood up and picked up the mop.

“Yes, Mayora,” I said with a smile as she peeked in.

“Hurry up there,” she said.

I sighed heavily... Jen and I sped up, but with every mop stroke we kept complaining. We didn’t realize we had been mopping for almost six hours, and our bodies were completely drained.

From 5:30 to 11:30 a.m., we had no strength left because we hadn’t eaten. We put away the mops and buckets in the stock room, and I just wanted to cry because of our situation.

“Hays, I want to go home. It’s only our second day here but it already feels like years,” Jen told me as we sat on the floor, too weak to walk downstairs.

“It’s okay. At least we’re not cleaning pig cages. Those are so smelly and filthy, with so many cages to clean,” I told her.

“You’re right. Come on, let’s eat,” she said, helping me stand properly.

We went to the dining area and washed our hands. Mayora didn’t make us wash dishes yet because she said we didn’t know how, and if the boss came home, all the plates might be gone. She said, we needed to learn all the household chores.

When we arrived at the dining area Only Jen and I were left, so we got food and ate.

“After you finish eating, wash the remaining dishes here,” Charlotte, Mayora’s right hand, told us. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow.

“And who are you to order us?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at her.

“I am Mayora’s right hand, so don’t bring your spoiled brat attitude to me. You were only accepted here because of Ma’am Samantha. Besides, you don’t belong in this household,” she said.

“Really? Do you even belong here? As far as I know, we’re equal—you’re just a servant too, so don’t act superior!” I said angrily and slapped her hard.

“Serve you right, b*tch!” Jen said, rolling her eyes at her.

Charlotte suddenly cried and screamed loudly. We just stared at her, confused, until Sharmaine came in, followed by Mayora.

“What did you two do this time?” Mayora asked, raising her eyebrow and holding a stick.

“She started it,” I said.

“They slapped me. I was only asking them to wash the dishes because my hand hurts—it got burned,” Charlotte said.

“You liar! You didn’t ask us nicely, you insulted us,” Jen said angrily.

“No, Mayora, they really started it. Look at my cheek—Astrid slapped me,” Charlotte said, showing the mark of my hand.

“You two act like you’re somebody. Let me remind you—you’re not special here. You’re just mere servants, and only because of Samantha, I tolerate your stupidity! I don’t have time for spoiled brats who don’t know real life!” she shouted angrily at us.

I wanted to cry because of what she said, but I needed to stay strong, otherwise Charlotte would laugh at me if I cried in front of her.

“You two will do all of Charlotte’s chores from now until tonight!” she ordered, then left, with Charlotte smirking at us.

Sharmaine stayed behind, and once she was sure they were gone, she came to us.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

But Jen and I cried, wiping our tears—it wasn’t easy being shouted at like that.

“I knew you weren’t okay,” she said.

I sighed and started clearing the dishes because I had no appetite anymore.

“I’ll wash the dishes myself, just don’t make noise or Mayora might see us,” Sharmaine said.

“Isn’t Mayora watching us? She always keeps an eye on Astrid and me, like we’re thieves in her eyes,” Jen said.

“No, she’s busy with her favorite pet, Charlotte. That’s how she is—always showing off. Everyone has experienced her cruelty. Honestly, I’m glad you slapped her, Astrid,” Sharmaine said with a smile. I smiled back and took a deep breath.

Hays, I hope everything will be fine soon. This situation is so frustrating.