Ill check up on her after breakfast

I start making and eating breakfast even though we have our own cook, I prefer to make it myself ever since I went to that vacation to Europe by myself. It had some things I could improve on but it was still quite well made, even the cook agreed. After this I figured that miss was done with cleaning so I decided to go to my room for the next few hours and waste the time away as I start to open the door I hear crying? That’s odd the only person that was in my room today was her (Wendy the maid), I open the door and see her on my bed crying with her face in her hands.

I enter “miss are you ok?”

She yelps “young master! Weren’t you supposed to be meeting with the young lady Tabitha today?” With red eyes and tears streaming down her cheek

“She had something to do today she’s coming later today. What’s wrong miss?” I sit down next to her

“I-it’s just, I don’t know. I’m j-just really worried and stressed about everything” sniffing and trying to dry her tears

“What’s wrong is it the work we have you do?” I look sympathetically and place an arm around her shoulder.

“N-no the work is fine! It’s j-just I have so many bills to pay and all the debt my pa-parents have” looking slightly embarrassed.

“What? Your working for your parents debts?” Slowly getting angry “ those goddamn useless fuc-”

I get interrupted “No! My dad was dead when I was a toddler and my mother had cancer and I was working to pay for the chemotherapy but” slowly starting to cry again

I reach over and pull her in to a hug “Miss, I’m so sorry” I think for a moment “wait why are you still working for us? Why didn’t you go back to school?”

She hugs back and says quietly “I have to keep the house somehow and the medical debt was a lot of money”

“Why didn’t you ask father to pay? Or a raise?” I ask confused

“He offered but my mother refused, the company that gave us the first loan was not the kindest and I didn’t want to be in debt to him and I was to shy to ask for a raise”

Wow what the hell? Our maid’s childhood was horrible. Wait I might be able to help her if I can just get her name and the database of money lending company’s from father, this plan might work. “ say miss, what’s your name you’ve been working with us for years and I don’t want to just call you miss anymore”

“W-Wendy” she says

“Wendy, how much money do you spend on bills and how much do you have in savings each month?”

“Um 7000 on bills and 53 dollars on food and 100 dollars on public transportation to get here with only 3 dollars left over every month” slowly getting more and more quiet as she sees my shocked expression

“Wendy, do you want to stay with me in my room? I have more than enough space it would give you less stress and it would save some money”