"With a rag?"
Yasmine couldn't believe her ears.
"That's right, no vacuum cleaners allowed. The Master hates the noise," the head maid said, sneering down at her. "This must be done by seven in the morning before Miss Shura and Mr. Quinlan wake up. Get it?"
"Are you kidding? No one can finish all this in three hours." Yasmine stared at the work "assigned" to her, feeling like she was in the Middle Ages.
Even the maids by then wouldn't need to get up at four o'clock and wipe all the floors in the castle hall and breakfast room within three hours on their knees.
"You don't have the right to question. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss ShuraMs. Shura said you could choose between work and death." The maid raised her eyebrows, looking as if she was ready to make the choice for Yasmine.
"Fine," Yasmi
