Novel & Cerita Surviving As A Maid

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.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I knew that I had to find a way to survive this. “Help me, moon goddess, this is slowly getting unbearable.” * The next morning, I was up early, waiting for the head maid to arrive. I had no idea what my duties would be, but I was determined to survive so I had to do any task that was given to me. I didn't want to give Alpha Felix any reason to be displeased with me. As I waited, I heard a knock at the door, and the head maid entered. She was a stern-looking woman, with a kind face.

How could I safely wait for my baby to be born while the dangers were always lurking around us. "Do you think Rebecca can recognize you?" I asked the maid. Rebecca would definitely recognize me, but she might not recognize the maid. "I don't know, when I started working she didn't go to Mr. Brown's mansion very often. There were a lot of maids in the mansion, so she wouldn't recognize me. People like her usually ignore the people working in the house." There was also sadness in the maid's voice. That was the fate of hired workers. I had lived in that situation before, so I understood how she felt right now.

Now I had a mate and I hated it Closing my eyes to sleep I let myself drown into my dreams. It was the only thing keeping me sane, my dream of escaping this place. It was the next morning when I woke up, I felt a bit better than the other days. Today I didn't wake with a sour vagina. I got out of bed, changed into the maids uniform and walked to the kitchen so I could do my chores. Who would have expected that I Clarie Conrad would be a maid or would do chores. I didn't know how to do anything as I have never done it before.

Only time would tell, but for now, I was willing to observe and learn, and see where I fit in. But I had expected a small, intimate setting with maybe three people at most, perhaps a handful of maids who would be my colleagues in the mansion. Instead, I was surprised to see more than ten maids, all dressed in the same attire as me, moving about with purpose and efficiency. The sheer number of them was overwhelming, and I felt a bit like a small fish in a large pond, unsure of where I fit in or how I would establish my own identity among such a large group. As I looked around, I noticed the different roles and responsibilities that each maid seemed to have, and I wondered what my specific dut

"Did I ever tell you I've been a maid for more than half of my life? I worked under Don Ernest, Don Pablo's father, and when he died, he decided to retain me because I was good at my job." "That's good for you—" "A few years later, I was made head maid because of my diligence and hard work. Something these youngsters don't have today. They want quick promotion and raises, but they aren't ready to service and learn. What a shame." She shook her. "Yes, what a shame. Now about the plan—" "Being a maid isn't quite as easy as people think. It's not just mopping floors and wiping windows. It's also an art of stealth, the ability to work invisibly like a ghost. That's why you don't notice us even w

Even worse than a lower maid's! Looking at Greta, her figure curvaceous, face rosy, and lips still greasy from eating, her dress even had unnoticed bits of meat stains. Miranda's heart sneered. Because her mother died early, with no one to protect her, she had a particularly hard time in her past life, living no better than a servant. Many maids left because of this, but Mrs. Wilson, Nora, and Greta stayed with her. She thought it was out of loyalty and shared hardship.