MIKA
We had barely started our new roles as maids in the pack mansion, but Harry, Karla, and I quickly understood that pretending to be grateful and humble would serve us well. And Megan, with her soft heart and sympathy, turned out to be easier to manipulate than we’d expected.
From the very beginning, I kept my head down, adopting a demeanor of quiet gratitude every time Megan was nearby. I’d offer her a timid smile and speak in a soft, respectful voice, always making sure she thought I was trying my best to adjust to the work. Harry and Karla played along, too, acting as though they were overwhelmed by this “second chance” and constantly thanking Megan for her kindness.
One morning, while I was busy dusting the shelves, Megan came by with a warm smile. In her hands, she held a sma
