Sunshine Maids の小説・ストーリー

Christine replied, then turned around to walk away. “Miss Christine,” The maid who spoke before called her again. Christine walked back, and the maid said, “Um, we passed a petition around, and a lot of us agreed that the job of the head maid can be really daunting for one person alone. So, I and all the other maids of the Mortimer mansion believe it's high time an assistant was appointed to assist you in your duties. What do you think?” “What is your name?” Christine asked. “Oh, I'm… I'm Cynthia,” the young maid replied.

"I know some of the maids here and I don't think they just worked here for a month. They know Vincent and almost everything about him so tells me what truly happened to the old maids. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't do anything if you say the truth to me. I just badly want to know what happened to them and why they suddenly disappeared." "Uh, Miss. I don't know either. I just know that Mr. Vincent called our agency and was looking for at least five skilled helpers and we had an orientation where the instructor said that every month Mr. Vincent changes his resthouse's maids so if we want this job we must do our best. That's all I know, Miss," the maid explains with her hands intertwined. Celes

When it was four in the afternoon all the maids went to the special place that was assigned to them to scrub and get dressed. They were all so happy when they found special soap and rose scents for them. It took an hour for all of them to be dressed in the same uniform, the air was tied and they were ready to serve. Aurora and the other few maids were called over by madam Beatrice, "I called you all over as you will be tending to the tables and elites that you assigned to with your everyday duties." "Don't let me down." Madam Beatrice was stern.

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

I love my space actually and that's why I listened to her and always stayed calm wherever I found myself. The day had already started getting bright and most of the maids started coming out of their rooms, preparing to go take over the next shift. The roster has four shifts and timing in it. From 12am to 7am, 7am to 1pm, 1pm to 7pm, 7pm to 12am. That's how they were patterned. That's just how they did it. Some of the maids started coming to my window, trying to peep through it. I was shocked with what they were doing?

The whole thing. "Get your ass up! That's the sunlight creeping through those shutters and don't think you're on the beach or sumin'. Up, up, up!" Wendy bawled. Wendy was the old crow in charge of every maid in the palace. She had close to a hundred maids under her big flappy bossoms and I was one of those somewhat unlucky hundred. There were twenty handpicked maids under my section tasked with serving the royal family directly. How I got lucky enough to be among the twenty was still beyond me. I was sure they had made an error somewhere until I discovered my job was the worse out of the bunch.

Mark chuckled. "Hmm, yummy. Thank you, Mrs. Shane!" Samantha smiled at the big belly owner. She just smiled back and patted her shoulder. That lunch was indeed amazing. This was the thing she missed every time she was in the mansion. Her Aunt Maria and their neighbors. Although Damian looked like a thug, he had a kind heart. Mrs. Shane was always lively and cheerful and she gave free meals. Sometimes she wondered how much did she earn every day when almost all of her customers lunched for free.

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant till she becomes a house maiden which is the highest rank ever held by a slave girl. The slave is the lowest rank in the mansion and it’s usually held by a set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region that is plagued by poverty, diseases and hunger. The servant rank is usually for girls who had served the house for more than four years, they’re believed to have more experience and insight on how to please the master. While the house-maiden rank, also called the House maids is held by girls who have spent more than 7 years in the house.

I wiped the tears from my over-sized glasses. I made my breakfast and waited for Agnes and Halley to come in. "Good morning, Emma. Well, today is the day that the real work begins. Mr. Hollen instructed me last night to let you know how we do things around here," Agnes said as she moved to make her breakfast. "Every maid has her own room and should keep it tidy at all times. He doesn't invade our personal space, but we must remember this isn't our house. It's his. Mr. Hollen has us assigned for special things. For instance, I'm the chef and in charge of the kitchen. If anything goes wrong with his food, it's my behind the grill. Halley is responsible for the cleaning and tidying, and you're

Andrew chuckled as he answered his phone. "What is it?" he responded coldly to the person on the line with him. "They're ready"the person on the other end responded. "Bring them in," Andrew said, ending the call without waiting for their reply. The door opened, and five ladies in the same outfit came in. Astrid was confused. "These are your maids. Introduce yourselves," Andrew commanded. "Good day, miss. I'm Leah. I'm Cynthia. I'm Wendy. I'm Crystal, and I'm Bethany." They all said in turns