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The maid glanced briefly toward the other girl, who had taken a small step forward as if drawn into the tension, before looking back at Elena with something that almost resembled hesitation. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her grip tightening slightly around the spoon, “that won’t be possible.” Elena's eyes narrowed faintly. “And why not?” she asked. “The master gave specific instructions,” the maid answered, lowering her gaze for a fraction of a second. “We’re to handle everything directly.” The word master lingered in the air, and though Elena didn’t visibly react to it, something inside her tightened at the implication. “Then tell him I said no,” she replied, her tone sharpening just sligh

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

Abigail whispered furiously, her eyes narrowed as she glared down at the maid who trembled slightly. "I-I'm not allowed t-to l-leave here, m-ma'am," the maid repeated, her head bowed as she almost folded in on herself in the face of the possible new mistress' ire. She wondered whether sticking to her orders was worth losing this lucrative job when this woman married Master Caleb. "When I tell you to do something, you jump to do it," Abigail gritted out through clenched teeth and the maid nodded her head immediately. "Y-yes, m-ma'am," she said, desperately wishing she could slide deep into the ground to avoid facing the pissed-off woman before her.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just desperate. Besides this is a win-win situation for us" "Shhh, just get the maid uniform and follow me to the servants hall." She turned and left ahead of me "Thanks Calliope, you are the best. Can I just bring my whole luggage?" "Ofcourse, I'm always ready." Her eyes rolled, then continued to walk away from me. Later, we were in her room in the servants hall where I already transformed myself to a middle aged woman "What do you think, do I look like am in my forties now?"

But the underlying meaning was to successfully burn the deepest secret of the maid's heart. "No, why would I have such a goal by working in someone's house? At the same time, pleasing my master could give me the highest status, which will help me to earn more money than what I am earning now," the maid replied in a displeased tone but quick enough to hide her eyes from Katherine, who looked toward her. "Here!" The maid thrashed some frozen nuggets toward Katherine. "Can you give me a pan and oil?" Katherine asked. Penny did not answer but made her way to the drawer and brought out a pan, then grabbed the oil.

Maybe someone who doesn't like kira and wants to be the Master escort,"I replied. "What do you mean?"The other maid asked. "I mean someone here also wants to be the Master escort and also hate kira very much and wants to get rid of her,"I replied. "How could someone do that?"The maid muttered to herself and I smirk wickedly. 30 MINUTES LATER** Madam Theresa's right hand maid came downstairs with the laxative's container in her hands. She had a frown on her face as she entered the kitchen, making all eyes turn to her.

The fear loomed large, haunting me with the prospect of meeting my end at such a tender age, forever ignorant of my own origins— those elusive details I yearned to unravel with every fiber of my being. "Enough! Who knows if your grimy hands defiled the pottery before casting it aside?" The maid's piercing glare, brimming with arrogance, couldn't distract me now. At that moment, my sole focus became finding ways to demonstrate my innocence and honesty to HIM, the one whose trust I desperately sought to claim. The head maid wasn't here, there were only two maids, five before, but three ran out already. Before I could utter a word, she interjected with a chilling remark, "You are dead meat when

Her arm wrapped around me, hugging me tightly as to comfort me “the faster you submit to him, the easier things would be. Believe me, a lot have tried the same methods in this house, and none of them has ever survived…” “I do not want to survive, he can kill me if he wants to. Just let him stay the bloody fuck away from me” I snapped, pulling away from the maid. Her amber eyes widened in surprise before she took a deep breath, composing herself. Fixing her brown hair, she stood up, taking a step back to stand beside the other two maids

She knew though that it was wishful thinking as Stanley would never love someone like her when there were much better girls out there who suited his status. Her only hope now was that Stanley would let her keep being close to him for the next five months she will be by his side and she also hoped that he would not find out that she had fallen hopelessly in love with him. He might push her away if he found out, so she needed to be very careful in his presence and control the way she expressed her emotions. She thought once more about the beautiful pictures and videos of her and Stanley and could not wait to get her first pay. Stanley had promised that he would pay her every month during the t

” The maids exchanged glances before one of them remarked, "And why should we when she's not our master?" “Didn't you all see she came out of master Daniel's room, and master Daniel adored her?” Can't you see, she is our future queen? ” “She's nothing but his new blood servant,” the maid began to giggle. “And do I need to mention that she used to work as a maid with us? And if she can obtain a chance to be with the master being a once, why can't we? ” This enraged Emily, and she was going to strike her for what she said, but Jamima stopped her, saying, "Emily, don't."