My Strict Housemaid (Episode 3)

Episode 3

My name is Lucy and I was employed by your mother to be your maid” she smiled a little.
“Get out” he said in a cold manner.
Lucy raised her brow, “Make me” she replied coldly.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Elvis was loosing my cool.
“Lucy, your new maid.” she replied boldly.
“You are from my mom and I don’t accept anything from my mother.” Elvis said.
“Oh, really?” Lucy snapped at him.
He squinted his eyes at her, indicating she should go on.
“Looks to me, there’s something going on between you and your mother. I smell bad blood” she said.
“So?” Elvis was getting impatient.
“Your mother is offering to pay a lot of money and I need money. If after three months and I’ve saved enough money, I’ll leave you to your solitude” she flashed a smile, her eyes glinting.

“I’ll give you a signed check, write any amount you want and leave” he angrily said.
“Hmmmm” she put a finger on her lower jaw and pretended to be lost in thought.
“Soo???”
“So as tempting as that sounds, I’m going to say no”
Elvis was shocked.
Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity??
“I want to work for my money” she added.
Who’s she??
Elvis fixed her a steely gaze.
“Now if you’ll excuse me” she rolled in her bags like she owns the house.

This is my damn house.
That woman has given me another reason to hate her!
Elvis was about going in after her when his phone rang, reminding him of the meeting he's to attend.
He glared hard at the house before walking to his Range Rover and driving off.
I’ll deal with her when I come back, he said.

Lucy's heart was beating wildly in her chest, she thought he was going to follow her in.
She breathed out on relief when she heard him drive off.
She doesn't know what got into her, why didn’t she jump at the opportunity to write any amount on the check, maybe because she want to know how it feels to live in a house worth millions of dollars.

First, where’s the kitchen? I need to calm my nervous self down, she said herself. She eats a lot when she's angry, sad or nervous. It’s the only thing that calms her.

Elvis's kitchen is very big and could fit in about fifty people freely. It was hard to locate the ingredients for cooking. After a voluminous meal, she gave myself a tour of the house, visiting every nook and cranny.
She chose a room herself, it’s five times bigger than her former room.
Everywhere is neat and spotless. What’s here for her to clean again??
This is the best work ever.
She fixed herself another meal and unpacked, feeling very much at home.

To be continued....