The Boss And The Maid Novels & Stories

Had I known the housemaid would appear fast, I would have gone through what I wanted to say and saved myself the embarrassment. “Well… Our boss has been busy these days. He has been worked up over his business.” She glanced back at the door before she leaned in closer. “I suspect something is going on with his business. It seems there's a mole among his boys.” It shocked me that the maid, who has always maintained a serious face, would gossip. Had I known this would happen, I would have long struck up a conversation with her. “I was wondering, what does your boss do? Is he a CEO?”

The head maid was still in front while other maids like me, irregular maids, were handed an envelope as a pacifier. "Make sure this kind of thing is not known to anyone else!" the head maid continued to warn us, while some visitors were watching us from the second floor. They seem happy to see people receiving money. I scrambled the money on my fist. I really hate this. One old guy smirked at me and whispered something to the assistant chef of the mansion. "And one more thing, don't tell the other regulars what we got you. They might demand us." she keeps talking while I feel unsafe here, the assistant chef is walking on my way.

"The weird girl from then. What the hell are you doing here?" I bit the insides of my cheek. I didn't need a socerer to tell me he was the Mr Snider or his son or something, but I'd genuinely thought Mr Snider would be a full man—probably forty or grandpa age—but to my surprise he was a man. A good looking man. "Are you my soon to be boss?" I smiled awkwardly, glancing at Clara for help but she just looked confused. "Oh no I'm not," he frowned. "Wait, you're supposed to be my maid now? Schumann was right, this is some movie type of shit."

"I have pending work. Stop wasting my time. You’re not my boss yet as far as I know." Outwardly, I sounded whole and dignified. Inside, I was trembling. If Andrew managed to buy those shares, he would be the majority owner of this company. He would also become my boss, and I knew he would end up firing me. I would be left without a job. It would be my end. "Your father wants to have lunch with you and Amanda," he informed me from behind. I froze at that information. He walked past me, satisfied. "You won’t be able to refuse this time. That is your current boss," he mocked as he walked past me and left the room.

From there, I became a maid and not long into being a maid, I was now in a relationship with the boss. My life right now seems like a fairy tale to me, I scoffed. Thelma nudged me by the side while bringing me out of my reverie, she was smiling at me also. We finished up in the kitchen and we went to our room. I showered hurriedly as I was eager to go meet up with Nate. I went to his room and I gave a light knock on the door and before I knew what was happening, the door flung open in the same minute.

"Good morning, Big—woah, who are you, miss?" "That's what I should be asking. Who the hell are you?" I wasn't the most polite person in the morning, so yeah, I was prepared to curse out indiscriminately at this unknown young man if he didn't disappear from my sight soon. "You shouldn't still be here, you know? You should have left after your job," he said as if he was trying to make me understand something crucial. "I don't understand what the fuck you are talking about. Why did the maids let such a weirdo in the mansion in the first place?"

I stepped out, casually holding my coat by the collar with my index finger, tossing it over my shoulder as I entered. The middle-aged woman hurried over with a glass of water as I sank into the couch. I accepted it, scanning the room sharply; she wasn’t in sight. “Where’s she?” I asked, raising the glass to my lips, clipped and deliberate. “Boss, she’s upstairs,” the maid replied quickly. I gave a curt nod, set the drink down, and rose, movements measured and precise. As I took two steps forward, I spotted her descending the stairs and halted at the first step.

The man had ordered me to strip in front of him. Had watched me stand there shaking with humiliation. And then... Nothing. No punishment. No threats. No demands. Nothing. What kind of game was he playing? The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I turned sharply. The maid stood there. But this time something was different. She wasn't carrying a tray. And for the first time since I'd arrived... She spoke. "The boss wants to see you." My pulse stumbled. Finally. My pulse tightened before I could stop it.

I nodded my head, but looking at him, he didn’t seem convinced by that. “Boss, you ain’t okay,” he said again. “I said I’m okay, Jones. Why are you here? Is there something going on?” I asked. I knew he came for something. Jones doesn’t barge into my office unless he has some information or probably my mother sent him. He cleared his throat as he began to talk. “Madam fixed a date with you and Nova, and it’s today. She also wants you to have another maid because she thought you wouldn’t handle things on your own.”

I chuckled heartily because of what it said: "You're acting like we're friends if you talk to me like I'm not your boss. A maid should respect their boss, am I right?" It's unfair if I respect you then what about me. It's like a rag that you're just trampling on because I'm just a maid and you're the boss, it's like you're being served as a king Yes, it may seem like that, but did you know that helpers also have rights, they/we are human beings, and we have a family to support.