The next morning, Jasmine got ready for work, keeping all that had happened the previous day in the past.
Taking another glance at her reflection in the mirror, “Why should I care? I will be Larry's soon.” She forced a smile before exiting the room.
Some maids set her table, placed a different set of meals on a tray, as Jasmine had always instructed them.
She dropped her bag on the table and looked up at the maids.
“You should leave and remind the others that I don't want anyone loitering around for the next few minutes.” Her voice was clear but stern.
They nodded, their fingers almost trembling, and they walked back to the kitchen.
Jasmine grabbed the tray as soon as she heard the kitchen lock clang. She approached the door behind the stairs, gently opening it.
She walked further u
