First Class Servent Novels & Stories

Upon hearing this, not only Olivia but also Serena's expression changed. The Thompson household's servants were divided into three levels. Mr. Cooper and Ms. Taylor, who had served for many years, had custom-made uniforms. The servants in charge of the villa wore dark blue uniforms. The black uniform was for the lowest-ranking servants who were usually responsible for the kitchen and toilets outside the main house. Diana meant that Olivia was now the lowest-ranking servant in the Thompson family!

My voice came out so restrained, I could barely hear it myself. “I mean, yes.” There, that sounded better. I looked up just in time to find him glaring piercing daggers at Henry. I wanted to delude myself into thinking he was jealous that another man was holding my hand, and the thought of it was actually fascinating. I chuckled under my breath. “Good.” He nodded before looking up, “Starting from today onwards, Pierre Blanc of class 11 will be the Z4’s servant. Until we declare otherwise.” He announced, still not sure why he had to announce though. Or maybe it was a norm so I just held myself down the entire time he addressed his ‘kingdom’.

Chris paused with a mischievous smirk “just don’t tell me off in front of everyone for not telling you sooner.” Mark pursed his lips neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “The thing you asked last time you were here….” Henry started talking “Simon’s got three of the staff at the old Walter house on his payroll.” “What do they do?” Chris narrowed his eyes as he plotted in his head. “One’s Senior Walter’s manservant.” Simon responded as Henry nodded towards him “He is responsible for all of Senior Walter’s needs and is also the person that follows him most of the time.” Simon: “Other a kitchen hand. This way we will have access to all the gossip.”

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

I kissed it back at her and Xavier stepped in, looking back at her as he saw the interaction. She gave him a sheepish giggle and disappeared. He chuckled, coming around the bench and pulling an apron on. "Hey baby," he kissed my head as he stepped past me. "Hiya," I smiled, setting the plates up and rang the bell for service. I turned to look up at him as he looked over the orders we had in and what I'd already sorted since I got here at midday. "How's it been?" He asked absently. I shrugged, smiling at Finn as he came in to grab the plates. "Tables two and then four." I pointed to the plates.

“I’m a royal courier, not a messenger for the servants.” I look at him pleadingly, trying to tell him silently how important the message is to me. “Out with yer.” He growls, irritated. “Do ye need me to spell it out for yer? Yer a mere servant, there are no provisions for courier service for yer. Yer ain’t allowed to send messages out.”

He eyed me curiously. "I'm Brandon's class-mate, here to talk about our assignment from school. Is he in? Tell him Rayla's waiting outside." I said, knowing he wouldn't pass on a chance to see me. As if he already knew who I was, he opened the gate wider, letting me through. "You may go in, first floor on your right." He gestured not looking. "Thank you Sir." I muttered going in the same direction he had pointed. The place was crowded with so many servants that I had to wonder what the occasion was… and why was he staying at the first floor with the servants?

As the long white limousine turned onto the New York State Thruway, she opened a new file and began typing: First Class Male by Rachel Clark The bulky manila envelope was heavy with the weight of rejection as Postmaster Albert Burger placed it on the counter and began filling out the yellow pickup slip. The End

My eyes slowly dropped to the floor as embarrassment clung to me like a second skin. My high spirit dropped, replaced by shame. What the hell was I even thinking? Pulling up in the Grand dining in a miserable maid uniform? A place reserved for only the elite? Even the servants in the hall were not regular servants. They were hand-picked specially. Their quarters were moderately furnished and they were treated with respect than us. “But this is all I've got.” I tried to keep my voice from breaking as I was on the verge of breaking down in tears. “You've got to be kidding me,” He gritted his canines in annoyance, releasing a harsh sigh, making my heart pick up at a quick pace.

the older servant said and backed off. "So what if they are new, we can't give them special treatment. As long as they don't cause trouble they would be fine." the senior servant said and instructed us all to go to our respected quarters. I questioned in my head whether it was were I was being sent they were referring to. I already know among the Young masters, one is a Delta and the other an Alpha, but I didn't know who's quarter I was headed. I was already having a bad feeling I couldn't just seem to get off my chest.