Joanna’s POV
I was feeling anxious because of the meeting. I had changed my dress thrice and my shoes twice. My maid was hiding in the bathroom because I had been shouting at her since morning. I wished it was my old maid that had been with me. She was strong unlike this cry baby who shed tears at any slight provocation. The problem was I could not fire her because she did her work well. She was on the way to mastering my daily routine and adhering to them; she just needed a little push. And that is what I had been doing today; directing and showing her how to please me, albeit while shouting.
It was not her fault that I did not like the red pair of heels that she had brought to me after I had told her to do so. The shoes had almost hit when I threw it against the wall because I was frus
