Mrs Jellyby Novels & Stories

" Hello Mrs Agreste, Im Mrs Flemington, one of the helpers, let me show you where your room is", I will be responsible for the cooking and the laundry, Miss Thomas is responsible for the cleaning, she works part-time and is usually here first thing in the mornings" spoke the elderly lady dressed in maids uniform.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I made ham and cheese and peanut butter and jelly.” “Peanut butter and jelly?” PB&J? What were they? Eight years old? “It’s what I had in the house. Besides, I wasn’t sure if you ate meat, Billie. Wouldn’t want you starving.” He’d gone into a lot of trouble and there was something endearing about a man who brought a PB&J to a grown woman, a successful lawyer, on their first date. At the zoo. “I’ll have one of each, if it’s okay,” she said.

I whisper so soft that the commander probably didn’t even hear me. “My son is exaggerating. I got the recipe from the Matrons at the Ministry of Females, they will probably teach you the same recipe. If not, I can gladly teach you,” Mrs. Jordan offers kindly while she serves our food. “Thank you,” I repeat. This time, a little louder. “Do you enjoy cooking, Aubrey?” Jareth asks me. “Sure…” I reply making a face.

"I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me." Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Gable turned and walked into the big entrance hall. Clara hurried after her, her old sneakers making soft sounds on the shiny white marble floor. The house was beautiful, with high ceilings and tall pillars, but Mrs. Gable’s stiff back made the whole place feel as cold as a grave.

Amelia looked down and shook her head. Ruby seemed to see her daughter's fierce little face from when she was a kid again, and her smile grew even wider. Ruby looked really beautiful when she smiled, and today she was also wearing a long aqua blue dress, which made her skin look even fairer. There was something about her that made people want to keep looking at her. Silas, who was standing nearby, and a few managers from the Jenkins Group didn't recognize that she was the crazy Mrs. Cromwell everyone talked about.

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

But no way. It is a miracle that she survived. Come to the hotel. Rachel was surprised to discover that the hotel's Linda set was advertised as the most gorgeous lady in the world, a large-scale costume drama produced by MK. Her heart sank suddenly. Is Linda Park participating in a MK drama this time? MK，James Smith. Thinking of that man, she felt chills all over. No, I can not. That man has a lot of time to deal with, and usually he won't come over for such a boot-up ceremony.

Jenny Mckenzie coughed badly as she reminisced the past. The maid jerked back to reality to ran to her mistress with tablets and water. “Miss... I am very worried about your health....your health is getting worse day by day....” Jade Middleton said to her mistress worriedly. “Shh Jade! Be quiet! Hazel must not listen and know of it ever! The doctor has said I will get better with treatment. Don’t worry! Your mistress is a strong woman...” Jerry jerked off her very old maid of 20 years and shook her head.

Jackson here, of all places. “Mrs. Jackson, good afternoon… I… The manager rushed forward before pointing at Harvey. “This thief stole Mr. Jackson’s door card…” Mrs. Jackson froze before she chuckled. “Who would dare do such a thing?” “Me.” Harvey smiled. Mrs. Jackson shifted her cold gaze. Her entire body started trembling the moment she saw Harvey’s face. “Master York! What brings you here?” she exclaimed with a smile on her face, running toward Harvey. ‘Master York?!’

Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.