THE MAID I MARRIED
They were probably guests from one of the offices or apartments above.
At first, everything seemed normal. But as soon as the doors closed and the elevator began to move again, one of the men let his gaze travel slowly from Akhira’s face down to her feet. He smirked, leaning casually against the wall as if he owned the place.
Hindi ko maiwasang mapakuyom ng kamao.
“Well, well… look at this,” he said, his voice loud and suggestive. “A pretty little thing working as a maid. It must be hard being around rich people all day, isn’t it? Maybe you’d be better off serving someone who knows how to treat you right.”