Jane
I stood there, ready for her to fight back, but she didn’t. Instead, she stormed off, her face red with fury and embarrassment.
“Wow, Jane,” June whispered admiringly. “You’re so brave. I wish I could be like you.”
After breakfast, Priscilla gathered all the maids to assign the daily chores. When she got to me, she handed me a list that was three times longer than anyone else’s.
“What?!” I cried out in disbelief. “You’re giving all of this work to just me?”
“There’s no room for lazy maids in my system,” she said with a mocking smile. “You eat my food and sleep under my roof for free. Stop whining and get to work.”
She walked away with a satisfied smirk, leaving me staring at the impossible list of tasks.
One of the other maids came over to me with a sympathetic look.
“She’s cl
