Annette is put in her place.

By the end of the day, Mindy has settled into her new role. As the other live in maids returned from work, she greeted them obediently as she has been taught and they generally accepted the situation with nothing more than a smirk and a curious look. Whether it was the norm for under-performing maids to go through this treatment or if things of this sort was common in general on this estate, Mindy couldn't tell.

The young blonde had decided to fully embrace the role in order to get back in the good graces of Mrs. Winthrop and hopefully get back to being a proper maid soon. She was curled up on her pillow bed in the corner while Annette lazily strummed fingers through her hair while stretched over an armchair and reading a magazine. Mindy felt like a pet puppy. She glanced around the room. Most of the other maids were off for supper or already turned in for the night.

Mindy was about ready to doze off herself when there was someone at the door. Mindy tilted her head, then perked up to her knees as the door opened. The collared slave bounded to the door and greeted the newcomer, "Greetings, mistress," she announced, recognizing Mrs. Winthrop. Winthrop gave the blonde a casual glance before turning to Annette.

"Annette!" the head maid called out in an authoritative tone.

Annette jumped out of her seat, tossing the magazine behind her like it was a smut rag. She stood up staight and at attention to her superior.

"Why haven't you been training the new slave?" Annette's boss demanded, not waiting for a response, "The hallways are untouched, the rooms are untidied. You were instructed to get the slave to do chores around the dormitory."

Annette stammered out her excuse, "I was teaching her how to be a slave... I was going to get to the slave duties tomorrow. I didn't want to put too much on her plate."

"Too much on her plate hm? You know that the head of this estate has ntrusted me with the care and maintenance of all property on these grounds?" Annette silently nodded. Winthrop walked up to the the table where the girls had left their meal earlier. "Those properties include the live-in quarters of staff."

The head maid picked up a plate and turned it upside down, letting the crumbs and unfinished bits fall to the ground. Mindy wanted to scoop up the crumbs before they got entrenched in the carpet but was too afraid to interrupt the boss. Annette simply watched and frowned at her own failure. Mrs. Winthrop carried on, emptying the plates of their refuse by tossing them in the air. Bits of chicken bone, bread, juices and sauce flew up and splattered down.

"Now, I have entrusted you to take care of this one small task, get the slave up to speed. Fast." She said as she turned to leave. She paused and called back, "Have this room cleaned up by the morning... And if I find out you helped the girl with the cleaning, you'll be finding yourself in a collar."

Annette lowered her head, responding dejectedly, "Yes, Mrs. Winthrop."