"Do I look like Maria?" Jasmine touched her face and realized that there was a name tag on her chest.
"Cool," she said with a smile and started walking into the house with the other maids. Her jaw dropped as she stepped into the house. The house was crammed with expensive furniture, with a touch of gold attic pictures, and beautiful interior design.
"This guy is freaking rich. I wonder what he does for a living." Jasmine muttered to herself.
"He owns real estate," another maid answered, walking over to her.
"Was I loud?" Jasmine thought as the maid grasped her hand, leading her to the kitchen. Jasmine saw two maids in the kitchen, calling her over.
"Come help with the vegetables," one of them said, waving at her.
Jasmine stood by the counter washing the vegetables in the zinc. She wa
