Chapter 1: The young master returns (1)
"Annalise! Move quicker! These floors aren't going to clean themselves!" Mavis, the head maid, yelled from where she sat by the stairs. Her voice was hoarse from yelling at the maids since the sun rose.
'The job would finish faster if you stop yelling and grab a broom but sure, sit on your ass and do nothing,' Annalise rolled her eyes.
Contrary to her thoughts, Annalise replied to the head maid, "Yes ma'am."
"Don't make me have to get up!" The head maid yelled.
'I want you to get up,' Annalise sighed.
Mavis was the head maid, not the lady of the house. She sat by the stairs with one leg lapped over the other, examining her fingers while she occasionally overlooked the work the maids were doing. Grabbing a broom to help with the work shouldn't be difficult, or at least leave to inspect what the other maids were doing.
'Why does sweeping need to be supervised? If only I could give her a piece of my mind.'
Bite your tongue. Something one needed to do regularly to keep a good-paying job. Annalise gripped the broom to calm her anger before she could say what was on her mind.
"Psst."
Annalise looked up at one of the other maids helping her clean the foyer.
"Don't let her get under your skin so early in your time here," said Cara Miller. Annalise wasn't here for more than two weeks, and if she wanted to work for another two, she needed to get used to the head maid yelling.