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The Maid | P.Sh

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Book Name: The Maid

Warning: Chapter Contains mentions of alcoholism and BOLD Sunghoon

I let out a small huff before walking up to the front door, a house big enough to have doubledoors I see. I let out a small huff before raising my hand and knocking on the door three times before the door got opened by the same woman who had interviewed me and hired me earlier this week.

"Ah, you're here," she smiled widely and stepped aside, "come inside. I'll show you to my son's office."

I nodded at her before following after her up a flight of stairs. The interior wasn't as posh and clean as you would think of it in a mansion, even a smaller one. It was almost like someone tried to put in normal house decor in a way too big house.

On the second floor the woman led me down a long hallway, with a hideous carpet if I had to be completely honest. If he doesn't need a maid he definitely needs good taste.

"Right in here," the woman cooed at me before knocking on the door and opening the door to an office, "you can leave your suitcase out here," she stated before I nodded and placed the suitcase down beside the door and followed her inside.

A broad... boy? Maybe young man. Sat behind a mahogany table... again that hideous carpet. What was it with him and that carpet to be honest.

"If she can't use a doorbell she isn't intellectual enough to work for me," the boy spoke up as he didn't even move his eyes from the paperwork on the table in front of him. I arched a brow in disbelief of his behaviour.

"She will be working here for at least a week," the woman beside me stated before turning to me, "I'll let you introduce yourself. I have to get off to a meeting in town."

I watched as the woman left the room and the door let out a small click, signalling it had now fully closed before I turned back to look at the boy, who still didn't look up from his papers.

"Before you call me stupid another time, maybe check if you have a doorbell," I spoke up making him glance towards my direction, not even looking up or actually looking at more than my shoes.

"How do you know I don't have one?" he questioned in an uninterested tone.

"If you do have one, I believe you've placed it by the wrong door. There surely wasn't one by the front door," I stated.

He let out a sigh before closing the file he was writing in, before placing his pen down neatly on the table. He folded his hands in front of him on the table before he looked up at me. More handsome than I thought... so far, still an asshole.

"How much?" he questioned and I quirked my eyebrows up in confussion.

"Sorry?" I questioned in confusion.

"How much money should I write out to you for you to resign this exact moment?" he questioned, and I let out a snort.

"I'm not someone you can just pay off, I'm not some sort of prostitute," I commented, "I'm a worker, not an object."

"As close as," he stated and I arched a brow before poking my tongue out in my cheek, "now tell me, how much money do you need to resign?"

"I'm not resigning," I shook my head at him, "I'll be working here for at least a week mr. Park."

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Being driven back down the long forrested path again, away from the big house, seemed almost wrong. It felt like I was leaving my job, which I knew I wasn't. I just had to go to the hospital, I would be back soon. It was just one thing I had to go take care of