Emma.“I have been informed that the young master won't be back today, I expect all of you to be on good behavior, and endeavor to keep the mansion clean and no trail of dust or dirt should be spotted by me or the Family, Have I made myself clear?” Miss Dorota chimed, her hands behind her back as she made an order.“Yes, ma!” We all responded. Every morning, meetings are always held in the passage of the maid’s region. Miss Dorota’s room was the top room by the far veneer of the building. There were a couple of times when she slept in so it was just left for us to attend to our duties because no one had a sane mind of their own to wake that old wench.My new duty, since I'm no longer under inspection, was to serve the young Master’s coffee, attend to grandpa Amos’ morning, afternoon, and evening routine, Tidy the dining and living room areas, and last but not the least, trash the bin. I'm actually satisfied with my work, thank God I'm not cleaning anyone's room or bathroom.“Jasmine,

Emma.Marrissa has been a complete bitch these past two days and I'm slowly starting to regret ever outraging the bitch. By the time I had finished cleaning the rug and putting everything back into place, I went back to the maids’ region since everyone had finished their tasks a long time ago.When I reached my room, I was invited to meet a wet mattress, completely douse and damp. I shrieked just then Alice entered and saw what had happened. I knew it was Marrissa that had wet my mattress and I didn't say anything to Alice.But, it didn't just stop there.In the morning while the maids were taking a shower in the maids' bath, there were about 5 shower stalls with a door that was supposed to give you privacy. We normally hang our towels on the door but in my case, when I had finished showering, my towel was nowhere to be found.I was very sure I hung it on the door and it could only mean that someone took it. I wasn't surprised, I already knew who was responsible. If not for Jasmine w

Jax.Getting out of the shower to feel the cool breeze by my balcony was one thing that calmed me. Just taking in the environment and the far ends of New York with a sip of hot coffee emptied the unpleasant thoughts of Emma in my head. But all that crashed when my eyes landed on the garden.Finding her talking and laughing with that gardener really seemed to piss me off and I didn't know why. She was laughing so freely, smiling as though she hadn't other important things to do with her life.The crazy fucker even had the nerve to put his damn hands on her, caressing her skin which by obvious means made her uncomfortable, but as ludicrous and idiotic as the man could be, he was oblivious to his stupid actions.I would cut his hands off with those gardening scissors then he'll know that I wasn't just talented in making a lot of money. I was also talented in cutting off weeds which are generally known as unwanted crops!I should have him fired.Seeing Emma looking as innocent as ever irk