Romans & histoires Surviving As A Maid

A few hours ago I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.

I engrossingly stared at nearly all that were present in the living room not until i mistakenly hit an arm chair and fell down on it. I have totally forgotten that Mrs Benson is here with me. “Sit”Mrs Benson ordered. She couldn't even say Sorry. It's My fault anyways I quickily sat on that same chair that I tripped on. “You’re here to work as an housemaid right?”She asked me. “Yes ma’am”I replied trying to avoid eye-contact with the woman. “How old are you?” Mrs Benson asked. “I’m eighteen ma’am” “Eighteen? Are you sure?"

For this first selection, it turned out that Mia and Lynda were entitled to go to the mansion. However, there was still a final selection that they had to pass where only one maid was needed in the mansion to serve their young master. But there are still things that make Lynda think, why do you have to wait a month to get a big salary? Have there been people who have applied to be a maid before, but no one has ever lasted a month? Is the young master in question a cruel and heartless character? For some reason, Lynda's hair stood on end at the thought of being confronted with such a young master.

I immediately started to pack my bags so I won’t forget anything I would need in the house,since I would be living there,I need to take most of my necessities with me,and not forget things that are so important to me. But something took me aback,few years ago I heard my employer lost his wife and he laid off all his domestic worker,why is he looking for a maid all of a sudden and who’s the pay that much,the thought kept coming into my head but I had to just let them go so u can prepare properly,maybe when I get there I’ll have all answers to my questions,I then go about my day. _____________________ On Monday in Marcus Mansion

She always appeared perfect. “And what sort of control are you talking about? The kind you use on everyone? Pulling strings like a puppet master? I don’t want that type of control. I don’t want this life.” “I tell each of you what you need to survive in this family. But if you truly didn’t want this life, you should’ve walked out the very first day you stepped through that door, claiming a place in this family.” My frown fractured. “Survive. Is that what the maid did? I never wanted to be a part of this family. I was brought here. I had no choice. I was a child.”

the maid started pleading. Alisha's heart ached as she saw the desperation in the maid's eyes. She realized that this poor woman was living in constant fear, just like she was. "I won't tell him anything, I promise," Alisha whispered, her voice filled with sympathy. "But you shouldn't have to live like this. No one should." The maid's eyes widened in disbelief. "But, ma'am, what can I do? I have nowhere else to go. This job is all I have."

It was as if they all went to the same school to learn how to mistreat people of lower classes because as soon as he discovered that I was a maid, he became cold. I did not know if I hated the ones like Dominic who already presented themselves as rude and showed that we would never be of the same class or if I hated the ones like Scout who started off kind and sweet only to suddenly become rude. “Anyway, there are a few dishes for you to wash,” he said I walked away and headed to the tiny room to change out of my clothes and back into my maid uniform and then went to the kitchen. There were barely any dishes in the sink. It was literally just two empty glasses and one plate in the sink.

Zöella cleaned up the kitchen and dished herself a pot of soup and then headed for her room. She went through her mail and still she had not received any email for an interview with the companies she'd applied for. How long was she going to be his maid? She questioned herself. The pay was decent. She had been able to save up a lot since she wasn't paying any rent, not bills. But she had to get a job that qualified her status. She was an MPhil holder. She thought as she lay on her bed. She recalled those days where she had a decent job and where everyone had repeated her. But now all the people she helped had long forgotten her and the efforts she made towards them.

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

Maybe they were involved. "The other maid wasn't a maid at all." My heart fell. She was your girlfriend? "She was actually a spy working for one of my competition in the industry. Her mission was to get the job as a maid in my mansion and, whenever I left documents in my office, she would send the information to the other companies so they always knew my every move. Then I met Sharon. I invited her over and she spent the night.