Mad maid

Author's POV

The night was cool and peaceful, and the only sounds being heard was from nature and the busy roads of Los Angeles.

Nora was in the room she had woken up in. She was sitting on the bed and looking up to the ceiling since she couldn't sleep a wink.

She was wearing a nightgown now—one that a smiling maid who introduced herself as Madam Maris had given her. Nora had learnt that she was the woman in charge of all Alvin's maids. And she had wondered just how many staff he had in this gigantic house since he lived alone.

The room was somewhat cold since the air conditioner was at full blast, but Nora wasn't ready to cover with the duvet or reduce the temperature of the air conditioner.

Someone had come to drop her bag as Alvin had promised. And when she opened her phone; all she saw was seven missed calls from David.

Catherine didn't call—not that Nora cared, though. But it was very weird. Catherine was the kind of person that would ask you to join her in eating after y