THE TASK
Jade stood in the opulent hallway, a sense of entitlement radiating from her. The maid, lightweight and nervous, stepped gingerly into the space, her eyes flickering between Jade and Lexa, unsure of whose favor to seek.
“Madam,” the maid called, her voice tentative as she shifted her gaze to Lexa, who fixed Jade with a cold, unyielding stare.
“What is it?” Jade snapped, her irritation palpable.
“Is everything okay, Ma’am?” the maid inquired, her voice trembling slightly.
Jade smirked, amusement laced with arrogance. “It seems like some of you maids around here don’t know your place, with all of you stepping out of line like this,” she spat, her tone biting.
“Am-Am sorry, Ma’am,” the maid stammered, visibly flinching at the reprimand.
Jade shot a last, disdainful glance at L
