The Maid I Hired Recently Is Mysterious Season 2 Novels & Stories

Xander “There is no movement surrounding Nathan and his mother for now,” Luke said. “As of this morning, we have yet to identify the person behind the maid. The woman who hired her was found dead in her home yesterday. Apparent suicide.” I sat in the chair, one hand resting on the armrest while the other curled loosely around a steaming cup of coffee. I listened to Luke’s words with detached indifference, the faint aroma of the coffee wafting up to me.

she twisted her lips with a long sigh, "it happened two years ago. A young woman was hired as a maid, she was about your age." "What happened to her?" "At first, she was very efficient. Hard working. She did her job very well as a cleaner. But later on, she started to have this obsession with Mr. Fernandez. She kept on stalking him and sneaking behind his back. One day, he arrived from work and found her on his bed, totally naked." "Oh my God, that surely shook him."

I waited until she looked up. The hum died in her throat. “You need something, Mr. Reid?” she asked, her tone clipped, professional. But her body tensed like she already knew this wasn’t about work. “Yeah,” I said. “The truth.” Her brows drew together. “About what?” I took a step closer. “Did you plan this? Getting hired here. Bringing your son. Making sure I noticed you.” She froze. She froze. “You think I planned to be a maid in your mansion?” she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Let’s go back. I’m kind of worried now.” “Are you worried that the maid will do something bad while we aren’t at home? ” He did not have a good feeling about the maid. “Help me walk back.” “Don’t overthink it. I hired the maid from a legal company. If she dares to do anything, she’ll be left without a job.” Nevertheless, she still helped him up and brought him back. “Sir, Madam, you’re back. I’ve cleaned the walls. You can inspect the walls and see if there’s anywhere else that I need to clean,” the maid said. She worked pretty quickly and effectively.

" Richard inquired, recognizing his boss's attempt to protect her, even though he doubted the true intentions behind it. "Yes, yes," Rowan replied hastily, realizing the unfolding situation. The word "maid" seemed to linger in her mind as she forced a somewhat foolish smile. "Ohhhh! Babe, is she the new maid you recently hired? I haven't seen her before," Flora chimed in.

"She's wearing one of Mr. Davis' shirts over her wet clothes. Something must have happened in his room, but I'm not sure what." The maid paused, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of the situation. "She seemed embarrassed when she left, madam. It's all quite strange, if you ask me. "I'll keep an eye on them, madam," the maid replied, her voice serious and professional. "I'll let you know if I hear or see anything else." With that, she hung up the phone and slipped it back into her pocket, her gaze lingering on the closed door to Greg's room. As the maid stood there, her mind churning with possibilities, she couldn't help but wonder what secrets the mansion's walls were hiding.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

But I reassured her with a calm tone, "Hey beautiful, is there anything bothering you? You can tell me. I hired you, you can confide in me." The maid took a deep breath before speaking in a hushed tone, "It's just that...I saw something strange this morning. I saw the Ma’am Mira and Ma’am Martha talking in her room but I heard about a room." My curiosity was piqued. "What room?"

A tall, elegant woman in a designer dress appeared, her cold eyes landing on us like a spotlight. “Daniel, darling,” she said in a voice as icy as her stare. “What is this?” This had to be their mother. Her face twisted with disgust as she looked at Johnson and me like we were insects. “Mother, this is Olivia and her brother, Johnson,” Daniel explained. “I told you they’d be staying here. Olivia’s going to work for us.” Mrs. Blackwood’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “These are the people you hired? Daniel, where on earth did you find them? On the streets?”

That annoying bow again. As if on que, six ladies walked in with my boxes. "Good morning, Miss Davies." They stopped in front of me and greeted. Three other ladies joined the six ladies and greeted me too. "That's Maya, she's the Chef. That's Fiona, she's responsible for the laundry and that's Laurel, she's the house cleaner. Every Tuesday, some other workers from her agency come over to clean the house." Charles introduced them one after the other. I was too stunned to speak, not used to such lifestyle.