So, here I am with my cloak hung somewhere and my gown hem soaked from kneeling on the wet floor and scrubbing away as if my life depended on it.
"Hurry up girl!" The man barked at me while crossing over the bucket as he went out of the shop. I frowned and threw him the middle finger before soaking the brush in water and placing it back on the floor to resume my temporary maid duties.
My fingers ached now and so did my knees from kneeling repeatedly. I stopped as a shadow loomed over me and I looked up to see the man standing with a pitiable look in his eyes, "How often do you do menial jobs?" He raised his brow questioning me.
"I told you, I have worked as a maid all my life." I growled at him seeing that he must have deciphered my lie, "Now move, I have a lot to do."
"Get up." He rea
