I couldn't help but feel nervous. It turned ou

the hospital. They formally invited me for the in

dress I had borrowed from Bea. She was just as excited about the inter

ted I wear makeup and heels. I had argued with her, thinking I might be overdressed, but

stagram feed, with their perfectly styled hair, designer dresses, and expensive accessories. I

ged me with their eyes, as if wondering what I was doing he

xurious to say the least. The Uber I took had driven me through the huge Stonewood Es

. I was in awe as I looked at it. The garden was filled with beautiful f

nt kinds of artwork. Marble sculptures stood on pedestals, and the golden light from crystal

t themselves, clearly used to such surroundings. I did my best to

d in a blue suit approached us. She sm

I'm Miss Sullivan, the house

e marble floors as we moved, and I couldn't resist stealing glances at the beautiful place. It fel

tly as we entered. The room was decorated with more artwork, and sparkling chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The

pounding so loudly that I could feel it in my ears. I stole glances at the other women, who seemed calm and composed. They cha

om one by one. I got more nervous as I watched the other applicants walk

an eternity, Miss Sul

said, holding a

took a deep breath and stood up. I adjusted my dre

I replied, f

she said, gesturi

he desk was a man dressed in a suit, not Derrick St

an," the man said, pointing t

I replied a

She had always complimented my smile, saying it would give a posit

taining my resume and application. He

ations, Miss Joan," he began.

I replied w

irmed how good you were. You also got a scholarship to a

ink, but I had no reason to

cisions I had ever made. "I had to drop out to look for a job to take care of

straint not to cry. I held bac

ympathy. "I'm sorry to hear

replied, offeri

o work for the Stonewood House? What makes you b

ts before responding. Bea and I had

spiring. I believe that working for someone of this caliber will provide me with the experience and opportunities

ow, clearly intrig

ions?" he asked. "I ask this because

nding bosses in the past, and I can thrive under pressure. I can assure you of

a maid in this household, you will be required to serve guests or even Mr. Derri

high school, and I was taught the basics. I learn f

we spoke, and I couldn't help but feel nervous

ntinued. "Can you handl

on?" I asked, feel

"Everything that happens here is under lock and key. Nob

secrets they might be kee

utely,

g the folder. "That's all fo

iate the opportunity," I

re we

I hadn't realized I was holding. The tension had made me dizzy,

arby in a corner. She wore a

proaching her. "Where's

the corridor, and it's the second

nk y

as badly as I had feared. The questions were manageable, and

moment, I forgot where I was going. All

s" I

ie in front of me. I didn't hit a

ogize to the person. I gas

ick fucking