Terrible

Fifi opened the doors to the living room and nervously stepped to the side to let Hellen in. Inside Hellen saw barely any changes. The tables and windowsills were dusted but there were patches of dust that had been missed, the shelves were hurriedly changed, and the floors were dirtier than before. It’s as if her husband had decided to not bother with anything accurately.

Mark could tell his wife was not happy, he tried his best, but he couldn’t do much with the tools he had to his availability.

Hellen turned to Mark and with fire in her eyes stormed towards him.

“Do you honestly think this is remotely acceptable?! I would nearly say it’s worse than when I left it.”

“I’m sorry madam, I will do better next time I swear.” Mark said in a timid voice.

Hellen was furious with him in a way he hadn’t seen her before. Maybe it was the height difference, but he felt **** and scared of her.

Towering over him Hellen pointed at his face and snarled. “Wait here, don’t you dare move!”

Before she stormed off to go upstairs.