A Capable Maid Novels & Stories

As I had a lot of things to sort out in the company to keep me and my family at the standard of living we've reached, Adam kept an eye on her for me, and what was my surprise when I noticed that she started looking for jobs in places that I hadn't even considered, I knew Amber, and I would never have thought that she would accept working in places that were considered so dirty for her, but Amber always had an uncanny ability to surprise me. Since sales were impossible for her, Amber started looking for jobs in big restaurants first, she's a very beautiful woman, who understands sophisticated cuisine, wines, and expensive drinks, it would be relatively easy, a beautiful smile like hers would

'Maharani, you must be strong and keep spirit! "Rani! I call you Rani, ok. You're hired! The trial within three months. If you pass, you’ll continue. If you're not, you have to go home. Because this work is quite hard, I pay you six million rupiahs! I must see the quality of your work!" 'Haah, six million rupiahs as a maid? How hard is the job, anyway?' There are not a job as a maid out there pay that much in the beginning. Especially with an age that is not young anymore.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

But I knew I had to keep my cool, for now. “You’re just a lowly omega; what do you know about cleaning? You’re probably used to living in filth and squalor,” Cara sneered. “I swear, omegas like you are only good for one thing: serving your betas. And even then, you can’t get that right.”

"It's not Martha's. It was made by the new girl, Madison." Jennifer gasped. "What did I say? Isn't she hardworking and capable? Last night, she cooked a table of dishes and even made a strawberry cake for Cass." Maxwell was unimpressed. "How capable can a young girl be? It's just cooking, Martha can do that too." Then, he leaned in close and teased her, "To me, my wife is still the most capable. You can perform surgeries, earn money, and even give me children. Tell me, is there a more capable woman in the world?"

Christine replied, then turned around to walk away. “Miss Christine,” The maid who spoke before called her again. Christine walked back, and the maid said, “Um, we passed a petition around, and a lot of us agreed that the job of the head maid can be really daunting for one person alone. So, I and all the other maids of the Mortimer mansion believe it's high time an assistant was appointed to assist you in your duties. What do you think?” “What is your name?” Christine asked. “Oh, I'm… I'm Cynthia,” the young maid replied.

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

This time he got what she was referring to and spoke up, “Don’t you dare call her that.” Katrina laughed out hearing Nathan and then spoke up all bitterly, “What do you think of me actually? I will lose to that maid? There is no way I am going to lose to that bloody maid. Don’t underestimate me. To win, I can do anything to everything. And you know what I am capable of doing so don’t get me compelled to do anything.” Nathan got silent for a moment as knew Katrina very well. If she wished, she could do any horrible thing as a memory from his childhood hit his mind.

"Since you're so confident, you won't just be cleaning the house. You will be my personal assistant while you're here. You clear up this mess right now, you bring my espresso to my desk in five minutes, and tomorrow morning at exactly five AM, you will have my breakfast and my schedule ready. If you are even one second late, you're out. Understood?" "Understood, Mr. Smith," I said, nodding firmly. "Martha, leave the basket. She cleans it up," Kalix commanded. Martha gave me a worried look but quickly bowed her head and exited the room. I immediately dropped to my knees and began picking up the larger pieces of the broken lamp, careful not to make any sharp noises. My fingers stung as a small