His slave 22

Amelia had quickly cleaned the house as Rothschild had instructed to avoid his wrath. As soon as she was done, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for Rothschild when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Hold on, I'm coming." She shouted from the kitchen. She quickly rinsed her hands and dried them on her clothes before she walked out to attend to the door.

"Who's that?" She asked again when the doorbell rang, but no response came in. She hesitated for a moment before she finally opened the door to a woman whose breast could barely fit into her dress.

"Who are you and what is a dirty hag like yourself doing here?" The lady at the door asked Amelia scornfully, as she eyed her from her head down to her toes.

Amelia thought she hadn't heard well. "Excuse me, what did you say?" Amelia asked, just to be sure that she heard what the woman said.

"Have you suddenly gone deaf? You dirty-looking scum," The woman fired.

At this point, Amelia was fueled with rage. Out of anger, she slappe