Taken By My Boss
"The night is still young."
I nodded, stepping into the kitchen, trying to shake off the feeling of sadness that clung to me like a wet blanket. The room was a flurry of activity, with the other maids moving about efficiently, setting out the dishes for dessert. Rachel's eyes met mine, filled with a silent understanding that made me feel a little less alone. I took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand, arranging the delicate pastries and fruit tarts with meticulous care.
Suddenly, Mrs. Luisana, the mansion's matriarch, bustled into the room, her smile as sharp as the knives we used to carve the roast. "Emma," she said, her voice like a whip crack. "Mr. Harrison wants you to serve hi