I will do it

Flora angrily stepped out of her car, parked it in the assigned spot, and entered the house. The maids hurriedly came down to take the bags from her hands and greeted her, but she didn't bother to respond.

The servants working in the mansion had learned to expect her mistreatment. They relied on her for their livelihood, so they had no choice but to endure her shortcomings.

As Flora ascended the staircase, she wearily removed her high heels and slipped into the comforting embrace of her fluffy slippers. She entered her bedroom, intending to shed the burdens of the day, but her tranquility was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. Curiosity mingled with trepidation as she glanced at the screen, hoping to confirm the caller's identity. To her dismay, it was her beloved father on the line.

A surge of anxiety gripped her heart as she contemplated what her father might reveal. She dreaded the possibility that he had discovered the recent decline in their company's stock value