Remembering who you work for [Images]

The alarm of the clock hit hard, it made you jump up your humble bed, scared and barely rested. It felt weird to wake up in this place, so far away of anything you ever knew, but soon your sense of duty forces you to get to work, you manage to exit your room in time and ready, but the chief maid is already there, waiting for you with his ugly and judicious look as if you were late and unkempt. His tone is as stern as the day before. "I presume you made your bed before exiting the room?"

"Yes, sir."

"Properly?"

"Yes, sir."

His lips curved in a mean smile. "And I won't find anything else 'white' there, besides your cute manly sheets?"

"...No sir..." You answered, your cheeks turning red.

"That is good. A maid has to remain as a symbol of purity and manners, even if he shares your... humble origins."

"Yes, sir."

"Did some urban street gang **** you into idiocy or were you born incapable of using anything but the same three words?"

"No sir, I mean... no sir." You said lowering your head.

"Do you even remember who you work for, kid?"

"I work for the lady Cassandra, she is the head of the Barton Household and the CEO of Barton Multinational."

"I don't think you will ever last long enough to see her." He says. "Lady Cassandra is a busy woman, you are not fit to assist her in her work, even less so to relieve her of stress, or just to be in her presence."

"I understand."

"I doubt it. Who else, boy?"

"I also work for her noble daughters. Her firstborn and heir apparent is the lady Amelia."

"And her younger is the lady Lily, who had the kindness to choose me for this work"

The cruel man is not impressed by your knowledge. "Do not praise her for a transitional lack of judgement, boy, and do not presume for any of them to need your praises. Cassandra's daughters are her most beloved treasures and investment, both of them are a genetical miracle for which our lady chose only the most fitting of seeds. Lady Amelia has blood ties with the European royalty and lady Lily's father was one the sons of her most trusted associate in the Asian marked. That's what lady Cassandra expects from all things in this house: Only the best, only the fittest."

The silence of the man dreads over you as you lower your head, and your hands start to tremble as you look at the floor.

"You have twenty minutes left for your breakfast, you will use ten and then get to work. Our mistresses wake up at seven o clock and one of them has requested your personal assistance."