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I realized she really didn’t give a damn what I thought, she just wanted to vent, but listening to rich people and their sob stories were not in my job description.
“People in this city…they are just so fake. You know? They all love you when you have money and power, but the moment you slip up, they leave you out in the cold.”
Again this was not my business…but again she didn’t give a fuck and I could do nothing
about that.
“I killed someone.” My head whipped back to face her and she busted out laughing. “Oh my god! Your face Ha! Ha! HA! You looked ready to piss your pants.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“Now you know how I felt when you said you didn’t know English.” She crossed her arms.
“Touché.” I nodded before standing up and flushing the toilet. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Keep what in mind?”
“That you have a twisted sense of humor,” I blurted out, but she didn’t care and instead smiled brightly at me.
“You know you’re way too pretty to be a maid.”
“I tried being a prostitute, but it didn’t work out.”
Her eyes widened, and this time I laughed.
“Who has the twisted humor now?” She shook her head at me.
“I never said there was anything wrong with dark humor. In fact, I applaud it.” I grabbed the bucket and moved out of her bathroom to go back downstairs.
“Cerci, are you done?”
“Yes, why?” Turning to face her, I prayed to god she didn’t have anything else for me to do. I’d already cleaned for five hours.
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“I need help.” She pointed to the two dresses on her bed. The first was a beautifully
simple e emerald sweetheart dress with sleeves that would fall over the shoulder. The other was an elegant champagne chiffon dress with lacy cap sleeves.
“Definitely the champagne one.”
“Great, you can wear the green.”
“I’m sorry, come again?” I stared at her, hoping she’d laugh to prove that it was another dark joke…like ha ha ha, of course you can wear the thousand–dollar dress–just kidding. you’re a maid type of joke.
But she took the cleaning bucket from my hand and put it down by the door.
“Ms. Monrova-
“Everyone who didn’t come to my party is going to be there,” she said on the brink of tears, picking at her nails. “They are going to huddle together and laugh at me.”
“Then don’t go.”
She shook her head. “If I did that, they would know I was hiding. I have no friends here any more. If I go alone, I’ll just sit there with one-
“You’re beautiful! Don’t you have a guy you can call? Someone…anyone.”
She shook her head. “I’ve burned a lot of bridges. Besides if I brought a guy, they’d either try to steal him away or talk about me until he distanced himself from me.”
What was this? The adult version of Mean Girls?
“Whoever these people are, they aren’t worth it.”
“Yes, they are!” she snapped. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to come off as offensive because I really do need your help, nor do I want to insult you, but you just don’t get it. Yes, these women are catty bitches. No, I don’t want to be their friends, but they are the daughters of senators, bankers, moguls, and a lot of important people who can make life harder than it needs to be. I would rather be in the room being ignored than out in the cold. It’s just the way it is. I’ll pay you personally for the overtime.”
I wanted to cry, stomp my feet, or do anything to get out of this, but I was weak–willed
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when it came to people who needed help. Even though this was the dumbest, most annoying and elitist type of ‘help‘, I could remember her sobbing at her party.
“Why me?”
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