Rita Cressors.
“Our salaries have been slashed to less than half, and that f*****g Sophie got elevated. Should’ve known when she started clinging to Serayah’s gown like a damn beggar.”
“Have you seen our replacements? Two of them. Males. Linda was the one who did the interviews,” snaps Riva and her arms folds across her chest.
“Rita, please… I’ve washed so many damn dishes today, I can’t take it anymore.” Riv groans, slumping against the balcony.
I roll my eyes and tap my nails against the railing.
“How do you think I feel, you fools? You were my hands in the castle, and now you’re cut off. Do you have any idea how hard it is to buy new people? You whine about dishes, but I have to watch Serayah take the mantles of this castle with each passing day. Every step she takes, every order
