CHAPTER ONE
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"I'm asked for a wife not a maid!!"
The handsome tall man who looked down on me disgustingly shouted.
He was likely the boss they had told me about.
"How dare you bring such a filthy thing to me and ask me to present as my wife."
He shouted this time facing his assistant.
"I'm s.... sorry sir.
The assistant said stuttering.
"Where did you find this thing you brought into my house?"
We found our her in the streets and she looked desperate and accepted our offer. With a little care she would be presentable enough.
"We are also sure she won't harbor any ideas after the deal is done since she's clueless."
"Well, take her to the maid and ask them to clean her up and wear her new dress. For now, I can't bear the sight of her.
The rag she's putting on should be burnt something that irritating cannot stay in my house."
He said obviously agreeing to the points raised my his assistant but was to egoistic to acknowledge it.
"Yes sir. Move!"
The assistant barked at me.
Looks like the whole world was wired to be hostile towards me.
I am Rina Armstrong. The first daughter of the Armstrong empire. Guess you're wondering what I was doing on the street where I was picked up as an ordinary servant.
I'm not a victim of the popular step mother maltreatment, maybe if I had the Cinderella story it wouldn't hurt so much.
My own parent disowned me and threw me out on streets for no just cause. My biological mother had always maltreated me for as long as i can remember and made sure to do everything to please my younger sister at my own expense.
I had never really enjoyed life as an Armstrong' my parent right from childhood would introduce my sister to people and make sure I recline in the shadows.
Whenever I got a better result than my sister I would still be looked down on and Rita my younger sister will be praised and celebrated for her poor performances.
"You already have the Armstrong empire, good grades are not needed for you to succeed." my mom would say to my sister and abandon and my excellent sheet and glowing recommendations from my teachers.
At 19, I got pushed out of the house, well story for another time.
Thats not a priority right now.....but that's a glimpse into how I became a street wanderer.
"We will need to take you for a deep scrubbing, would you please pull off your clothes?"
It was a very smooth and soft voice....the first person to have used the word "Please" for me in a very long time.
I turned back and saw a line up of maids waiting for me.
"We are here to help you get ready for a dinner with the boss this evening, we would be available for uoyr every need but first we need to give you a thorough bath."
The first maid said. She was on a neatly ironed uniform but had a slightly different Cape in her uniform.
'The head' I guess.
"Are you going to watch me strip my clothes?"
She smiled slightly
"Yes and we would be scrubbing and dressing you ourselves."
"I can bathe myself properly. "
I retorted
"It's not your choice to make."
The head maid replied politely but firmly.
I slowly took off my clothes expecting them to at least close their eyes, but they just looked on like they've seen a million naked women in their lives. Their expressions did not alter even for a second.
As soon as I pulled off my clothes they grabbed me and gently dropped me into a gigantic bath tub.
The kind I often scrubbed in my parents room despite the numerous maids we had, my mom, insisted I do it as part of training me and clipping my supposed wings whenever she felt the need.
A training my sister never received!
They gently ran water over my skin and two people started exfoliating my lower body and another two on my upper body.
What exactly was happening to me it's bad enough that these women have seen my nakedness now they are touching me?
What the heck is this baby girl treatment I'm getting in the house of the man who had called me the most degrading names ever.
'I just want to do what I came to this house to do and get back to start a normal life.'
I thought almost aloud.
'Normal life...when has my life really being normal,'
My brain countered my thoughts
'Well at least I will make use of the money I'm paid here to get something started for my self and experience normalcy for once in my life.'
After a rigorous but soft exfoliating exercise, I was gently brought out of the tub and cleansed.
Another set of maids took over from the previous ones and set out different sweet scenting oils and gently began to oil my skin and they repeated the process until my body was glowy and smooth. Then they moved to my hair and later my face.
"Its time to pick out your outfit now, The stylist has made a few selections to see which suits you the best."
The head maid said, she knew exactly when to come in as if on cue.
I was gently lead to another room where a long line up of maids with a dress each were waiting.
'Wow....few selections really ? This was the perfect definition of excessive.
After an excruciating and tiring exercise of changing into different dresses the stylist finally settled for a long red sleeveless dress with slits and a pair of shiny heels.
"Wow, you look like the definition of Perfecto!"
The stylist said genuinely impressed, all the other maids all smiled and seemed to agree with her and they all stared at me in admiration like a flawless work they had just finished.
Only the head maid remained emotionless, her demeanor did not change in the barest minimum, no signs of approval or disapproval.
"You would have to go wait at the lounge until the boss is ready to inspect you."
She said inspect like I was some commodity on display to be bought.
She led me to the beautifully decorated lounge with shiny lights where I was asked to sit until the boss was ready to meet with me.
"Please can I get something to eat?"
I asked the head maid as she turned to leave and for the first time, her expression countered.
She looked disgusted.
"You can't get anything to eat until the boss inspects you and determines you fit."
She said walking away.
I am beyond convinced that her continuous use of the word "Inspect" was intentional.
I sat quietly waiting for the man who would end up determining my fate in ways I haven't seen coming.
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