They are making my life hell.

Lucy.

"He doesn't like, when people take time to do what he asked them to do and trust me if he comes here that you haven't started your work, then he will be very pissed at you."

My hands coiled up in a fist, once Miss Juliet finished the rubbish she was spitting out from her mouth.

Even though I was coming here to clean, I wasn't expecting this kind of cleaning. I wouldn't get up early in my house, take my bath, and get well dressed to come and mop the floor of someone's office.

Why would he do this? I haven't made him angry, and neither have we met before.

Whatever thing was wrong with him, he should channel it to Mr. Frederick and not me. I owe him nothing.

I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat and calmed down my nerves. I asked the lady who was still in front of me, with her hands folded, like she was enjoying all this. "Okay fine. What am I expected to do?"

I asked. I choose to go with the popular phrase, which says "obedience before complaining."

It was my first day, I c