Betty let out a deeper breath as she stepped into the dirty kitchen. It had only been an hour since she finished the tasks left by the other maids. But after dinner, the head maid told her to do the dishes tonight—even though she was supposed to rest early.
"I should've just sewn my mouth shut," she grumbled, the corners of her eyes reddening with frustration. "Why am I getting punished like this?"
According to the head maid, there had been reports that she was "slacking." So, as part of her punishment, she was told to do the dishes alone. Meaning, she had to wash this mountain of dishes.
"I think I should just send my resignation letter," she muttered as she dragged herself to the counter, reluctantly putting on an apron with a heavy heart.
Despite everything, Betty still got to work, keeping her complaints to herself. Her heart, however, tightened with the disappointment building inside her. All of them were servants in this mansion—part of the lowest ring of Dominion.
