House Maid Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I doubt she's someone who would care so much about age. "By the way who is she? Do I know her?" He asked. I shook my head. "I don't think you know her. Her name is Jasmin Rose and she works in my house as a maid." Liam choked on his drink, coughing hard. "Fuck dude! Don't do me like that!" I chuckled. "What?" I asked, innocently. "I'm serious though. She's my maid." He frowned at me. "You are serious?" He asked. "Dude you can't be fucking your maid. That's going to be a huge scandal when it gets out."

"Anything you need, you should ask your maid, Mika. I am not a butler or a nursemaid." Hailey bit down on her tongue, swallowing a whimper. She hadn't done anything to deserve such a curt reply. She had never had a maid in her entire life. When she lived with the Bales, she had been the maid, doing all the odd chores without complaining even once. She was made to understand that she had to work harder to earn her keep and avoid being thrown out of their house—the only home she had known for the longest time.

With a happy heart, Emily stepped into the area of the house that looked very quiet. Emily gulped, how could she possibly be able to clean every corner of this house by herself? When the main door opened, Emily was even more surprised to find several housemaids doing their jobs. If the Specter family had this many servants, why would they want to hire a new employee for such a high fee? Emily began to feel strange. "You are Emily Clark?" a middle-aged maidservant greeted her expressionlessly. Emily nodded her head. "Follow me," said the maid as she walked straight ahead of Emily, behind her she followed awkwardly.

I looked at my wrist watch. ‘I still have time. She should come by now.’ At the exact moment, I heard a knock from the door. Tok tok. Stay seated on the chair, I looked at the door. “Come in.” The door opened and a maid of the mansion went inside with apathetic gaze on her eyes. She has a curly orange bob cut hair, pale skin, brown brows and lashes and freckles on her cheeks and nose. The cute maid who is wearing an expensive jewelry is Marie, Madell closest aid.

The layout was strange, and most of the areas used by the owners had strictly scheduled times for the maids to pass through, so they couldn't wander the halls freely. When I pushed through the swinging doors into the main kitchen, the air was warm and smelled of roasting meat and fresh herbs. There were three housemaids already working at the large central island, their movements practiced and quick. As soon as I entered, they stopped what they were doing. They looked at me like I was some weird, alien creature that had just crawled in from the garden. "I’m just looking for some soup supplies," I said, trying to keep my voice friendly despite the suffocating tension in the room. "Is there so

Mariah says while holding the maids’ hands. “I cannot help you in any way my child. Master Adam is waiting for you downstairs, just cooperate with me and wash yourself up,” the maid replies. She hands Mariah a towel and a royal blue t-shirt and a wide leg pant which is an odd combination but she doesn’t care what she looks like at this moment as she might not be alive in the next 15 mins. Mariah loses all hope and goes to wash herself up.

What does he want me to exactly work on? "And now for the kitchen. You can cook, if necessary, but I have a maid, so... it won't be necessary." Wow. You really got my hopes up there Alessandro. It's not like you know... I like baking or anything. "This here is Maia. She's my maid in this house, she cooks, cleans pretty much everything. But it's your job to look after my son." A woman in her late forties approaches the counter, wrapping Alessandro in a massive hug with a broad smile on her face. Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde curls swayed as she moved.

I entered the mansion and was taken aback by the interior's splendour. Everything about this mansion shouts money and luxury. Then there are the late-fifties women. she gave me a warm laugh. "Good morning mam, my name is Celia, and I work as a maid here," she said, and I smiled. "There are a total of fifty maids in the mansion. Some are cleaning, while others are in the servant quarters; but, I am available if needed," she told me.

The room fell silent, with all eyes on her lavish shoe. "So, tell me, what’s the meaning of all this?" Chief Eileen sneered, her gaze sweeping the room. "I have shoes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you’re quibbling over a mere $100,000? It’s almost... amusing." She raised an eyebrow and her expression full of disgust.

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.