Surviving As A Maid Novels & Stories

DANIEL'S POV. THE NEXT DAY. I couldn't believe I'd hired that girl. She was so weird and different from anyone I'd seen before and that didn't sit well with me. My pitying self just had to look into her big eyes and give her what she wanted. Now I'm stuck with her as my maid. "What's that lady's name again?" I asked Clara who was doing her best to keep up with my stride. "Jessica Cooper," Clara said, out of breath.

I couldn't let them suspect that I was anything more than a weak omega, but serving Cara was the last thing I'd ever do. But I knew that if I protested, it wouldn't end well, so I was dragged back to Cara's quarters, my anger palpable. I knew I had to keep up the act, but serving Cara was the last thing I wanted to do. As we entered her quarters, Cara turned to me with a sneer. "You'll be doing my laundry, cooking my meals, and cleaning my quarters. And if you so much as think about disobeying me, you'll suffer the consequences."

Bright long hair and light brown eyes came into view the instant I turned around. Eyes squinting at me, Savannah peered on at my figure, pushing closer to face. "You look really familiar" She spoke. I forced a smile on my lips at once, trying to walk away, but her words stopped me at once. "I've seen you before" I heard her say, and just then her eyes widened. "Yes" She exclaimed. "You're the maid from Cameron's house" "what are you doing here?" She questioned, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?" She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary. "Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.

I was practically begging for a job, I almost barely offered to work just to have food, and even then it wasn't possible, this is America, and jobs aren't that hard to come by. I was controlling myself so as not to fall into despair, but the situation in itself was already quite desperate, completely desperate, I had already been to all the shopping malls, snack bars, and make-up companies, and I didn't know what else to do, or where to look for a job, I was sitting on the living room floor because I still hadn't got used to that disgusting sofa, thinking about what I would do to get out of this until I heard someone knocking on the door, I slowly got up and went to it to open it.

Instead, it was in a way that people would look anytime life had hit them left and right. “I worked in their house for more than two years as a maid. I cleaned. Washed clothes and polished floors till it turned to a mirror. I made sure that I did what I could to survive in that place and I made sure people saw how good I was at my job because that was the only way I could be able to pay my bills. While I was there for the meantime working, I developed some kind of relationship with Emery and through his influence, I was able to be a lead maid. Everybody liked me at first.”

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."

That didn't go down too well either. I could never tell the difference between the cleaning agents and would constantly substitute soap for bleach. Neema had received thousands of complains from the maids made to work with me and the occupants of the rooms I had cleaned. Finally in frustration, she had paired me with a wiry looming girl called Vianna and made me assist the girl. Vianna was a high ranking maid. She had direct access to the king's breakfast table. And while my fake limp made me slow, the one job I was able to do properly was balance stacks and stacks of plates.

Living is not easy. For me, being both a Stealer and a maid is very hard. Days have passed since my first day of working as a maid in the castle, and I could already say that it was far more difficult than I had imagined, especially when it came to keeping my temper at bay.