chaos

As James hurried away, Willow, always quick to revel in others' misfortune, approached me with a smirk. "Little-angel," she sneered, "I'm pretty sure it's your last day in this house. Mrs. Oliver always finds a 'great solution' when she fires a housekeeper." Her laughter echoed in the hallway, adding to my anxiety.

Before she turned to leave, Willow couldn't resist one last jab. With a mocking laugh, she threw ," I wish for you a bad luck!"

Silently, I gathered my composure and made my way to Mr. Oliver's room, hoping Willow was wrong. The hallway felt longer than usual, and each step was like a burden. I knocked on the door.

" Come in!" He ordered , his voice cold.

When I walked into the room, Mr. Oliver was still seated in the same chair. I walked up to him carrying the cup and jug, my hands shaking.

With my voice scarcely heard, I stumbled, "Please, sir, your coffee."

She remained focused his visage unflappable. The room felt suffocating. I tried to speak again, hoping to break thr