Agnes looked at the big mansion in front of her. Never in her life had she imagined herself doing this. If someone had told her that she would go to her best friend's house—or any house, for that matter—to become a maid, she would have never believed it. But look at her now.
Her daughter would kill herself if she didn’t do this. She knew Clarissa. She had raised her into the woman she was today—into someone who got everything she wanted, even if it meant taking the riskiest decisions.
"Yes ma’am, how can we help you?" the security guard asked before she could go in.
Agnes gave them a glare.
"You seriously ask me who I am? I visit this place all the time and whenever I want. Why would you ask me such nonsense? Tell Tasha that Agnes is here," she snapped angrily.
"What’s your relationsh
