Housekeeping นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' He questioned. I said quickly, 'Yeah, my is my housekeeper's outfit.' Inquiringly, 'You work in the housekeeping department?' he asked. With a sinking feeling that he was judging me, I nodded my head. But rather than doing that, he propped his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers together in front of his face. Curious, he turned to me and inquired, 'Is it a tough job?' I said,' No, not always.' Then, he burst out laughing and said that this was the reason you were in my room the previous night. You had the access card, and you pleaded with me not to notify the front desk.

Receiving the other's answer, Keitha didn't stay in the bathroom for another second, she went outside and started her routine, pulling the curtains in the room to let in just enough light but still being very careful to prevent the journalists from looking inside Although she had installed anti-see-through glasses, being careful was still first, she did not want any more incidents to happen at any more sensitive times. Quickly turning to cleaning up the mess on the bed and then quickly going to clean up the makeup on the table, finally sweeping the house back and forth, which were the usual tasks she used to do whenever she walked into Erika's room. Cleaning the house or cleaning, another te

She says and just dumps all the contents of my suitcase on my bed. The housekeeper comes in daily to clean up, but I always keep my bedroom super clean so she doesn't have to. She also looks as if she's a bit scared of me so she keeps away from my room when I'm around. I look in a slight state of shock as clothes start flying around everywhere. Are friends always this invasive?

Ken offered as he greeted me in the hallway. Ken is one of my co-workers, I am currently a housekeeper at a five star hotel. This has been my job for almost five years. I smiled sparingly and let him support me with the cleaning tools. "Thank you," I said. "No, it’s fine! It's just a simple thing," he said. I just smiled and walked along with him. A few minutes later, we finally reached the front door of the suite. "Thank you again, Ken," I sincerely whispered.

“Call me if you need backup, yeah? Real backup. Not just cleaning.” I gave him a tight smile. “Will do.” The elevator swallowed him, and the penthouse fell silent except for the wind whistling through the open doors. I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the contact labeled simply “Housekeeping.” She answered on the second ring, her voice warm with that faint Puerto Rican accent. “Mr. Noah?” “Yeah, listen, I need you up here tomorrow morning—early, like eight. The place got… disorganized. I’ve handled the important stuff, but the rest needs a deep clean.”

After bathing and washing my hair, I got dressed, dried my hair, and put on some lotion, which makes me nauseated, but I still wear them anyway because I ain’t no way I’ll be walking around dry and ashy as hell. Just as I was applying my lip gloss, I heard knocking on my door and a message ping. I check my text first……. My new housekeeper is here. Yeah… I finally got one. Thanks to Keisha. I slowly stood up from my vanity chair and walked carefully to the door. I opened it, and was met by a middle-aged woman probably in her early fifties, with dark hair, pale skin, and average height. “Miss Ann?”, I asked.

He just stood there for a few seconds, making sure I'd really cleaned it off, then walked away silently. I exhaled softly after he disappeared around the corner. This house was more like a five-star hotel than a home. The difference was, there were no guests here. Just the employers… and the people who work for them. At ten past eight, the breakfast table is set. Knives and forks are aligned. Napkins are folded with identical corners. Coffee cups are placed exactly one inch from the edge of the table. I stand behind the service door with two other servants, waiting to see if anyone would call.

Catalina Maria. I step back as multiple plates are thrown into the sink. Foamy, soapy water splashes against my face as they dump them in carelessly. The whole basin is full, and someone shoves a pair of gloves into my hands. In the blurry view of my tear-filled eyes, I see numerous housekeepers in the space—like a hive of bees, they are all whispering about me. Louder footsteps storm into the vast kitchen and a strong hand yanks me around to face Madam Louise, the insane head of housekeeping.

It was a big house for two. Karen had been living here for more than a month, but she had never cleaned her own room. Every day when they were out, someone would come to take care of it. Karen didn't know that someone cleaned the place. She had thought that it was not too dirty because there were only 2 people living here. It was not until the second day after she came back that she saw Momo all cleaned up. Only then did she know Kevin had arranged all these things. Moreover, the cleaners chose to come when they were not at home. The cleaning was also very neat, spotless even.