𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 - James Patrick March

9

"Being a maid is still my job, don't you think that im required to wear this still?" Jazmine asked as held up her maid uniform. "Yeah, but you could still wear some other clothes. You don't live in your uniform, do you?" Liz questioned and the woman chuckled. "You're right." Jazmine eyed herself in the mirror. She wore a black laced bralette top with a tight black skirt. The woman loved the way it hugged her body, Liz admitted that she stole the clothes from the guests that had recently died, Jazmine felt bad for the people, but it wasn't like she could stop anyone. Liz had rummaged through all of their luggages to find the right clothes for Jazmine. "I like this a lot." Jazmine mumbled, she couldn't stop staring at her body, she was so used to being in a uniform, she had forgotten what it felt and looked like to wear actual clothes that hugged her body and made her feel confident. "Now, step two, make up." Liz spoke. Jazmine only smiled with a nod as she sat next to Liz.

As Liz applied make up they made small talk about finding her purpose. "Are you sure you want to?" Liz asked and Jazmine sighed softly. "I don't know, at times I do. But then moments like this happen and it makes me want to stay. You're like my only friend and I cherish our friendship." Jazmine admitted, Liz smiled softly. "That's the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me." Liz said, Jazmine rolled her eyes playfully. "That can't be the sweetest thing." The brown woman didn't believe it. "Believe or not." Liz shrugged and Jazmine chuckled.

"Now, what color lipstick would you like. I have a nude, black, and a red. I'd say red, it'll pop more since you're wearing all black." She explained and Jazmine nodded along. "I'll do red." Jazmine said.

After a few minutes Liz was completed with Jazmine's makeup. It was a winged liner look with a red lip, it suited Jazmine well.

"You should've been on that runway." Liz stated and Jazmine laughed. "No way. Those people were too beautiful." Jazmine gasped quietly. "And you're even more beautiful, Jazmine." The woman wasn't used to getting compliments, so they always made her feel warm.

"Thank you, Liz." Jazmine covered her mouth, making sure not to mess up her lipstick as she walked over to the bathroom and looked at herself. "W-wow." She laughed at herself, she looked different. "I love it." She added. "Now, I'd say we go down to the bar and hope that you bump into someone?" Liz said as she leaned against the door frame. "I'd say yes. Before I have to get back to work." Jazmine cleared her throat and Liz nodded. "Before we leave, I have one more thing. I hope you're a size six." Liz spoke said as she pulled black heels from behind her back, handing them to Jazmine. "That's actually my size!" She laughed as she grabbed the heels. "Wow, these are pretty nice."

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Jazmine sat at the bar while Liz stood in front of her talking about whatever came to mind. Mid conversation Liz had to make someone else a drink so Jazmine sat there, waiting for Liz to be done—well that was before Hazel came looking for Jazmine, asking her to help with a clean up. It seemed like an emergency so she didn't change into her uniform, she just started helping the woman.

"I don't understand, this shouldn't be our problem." Jazmine squinted her eyes at the bloody sheets, blood had been splattered all around the floor. "I know, dear. Just—help me clean." Hazel spoke softly and Jazmine nodded as she removed the high heels and grabbed a sponge. "I'll do the floor." Jazmine stated. And with that, the two started cleaning the room. Every once in a while Jazmine would groan at how exhausting the scrubbing could be. The blood was sticky meaning it had been there for a while, it didn't make sense to why Hazel would be in such a rush to clean if the blood had been sitting there for a while already.

After they were done Jazmine left immediately, the heels were in her hand as she walked back over to the elevator, ready to go vent to Liz like always. But her body stiffened at the sight of James sitting at the bar, she didn't know what he'd say about her not being in uniform, the woman was now scared for him to see her.

Before Jazmine could disappear back into the elevator, Liz spoke up. "Jazmine, you're back!" Liz knew exactly what she was doing, Jazmine knew what the woman was doing too. She cocked her head with a fake smile, making Liz smirk. "Yeah, I just came down for a bottle of water." Jazmine said, James did a double take, he didn't expect to see the woman so dressed up. "One water coming right up." Liz spoke.

James looked over at Jazmine, he took in her appearance even more. It was different, she hadn't been dressed up for as long as he's known her and she truthfully looked good.

Of course he didn't say anything, but he did stare, and Liz noticed this.

"Here you go." Liz placed the cup of water onto the counter. "I could've sworn I said bottle of water." Jazmine whispered yelled, Liz chuckled. "We're out of water bottles." She shrugged. "Oh, bullshit—sorry, Mr. March." Jazmine grew loud but quickly remembered that her boss was sitting a couple of stools away. James shook his head, he didn't mind. Mainly because he was too busy watching her every move rather than caring about the profanities she used.

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im gonna go back to edit the recent chapters bc I hate re-reading my story and seeing the typos LMFAO