Sinful Maid

Chapter 3

As I lay in my bed there in my uniform and looked up at the ceiling, the night's events kept playing over and over in my head. I was relieved that Hugo had come to my aid, but at the same time, I felt embarrassed that I had been unable to diffuse the situation on my own. There was not a single job that merited the risk of sexual assault. What, though, should we make of Mr. Bermudez's assertion that Hugo is a hypocrite? They went back a long way together in time. In such a case, what kind of a man was he? What kind of a man had he become by this point?

After giving it some thought for around an hour, I came to several conclusions. To begin with, none of it was due to my actions. Mr. Bermudez was an egotistical pervert, and if I were unlucky enough to run across him again, I would either call him out on it or avoid him. Two, I would make better decisions about putting myself in potentially dangerous circumstances. I greatly impacted this work, but the most important thing was ensuring I stayed safe. Lastly, Mr. Castro was my rescue in my present state. Not only did I need to demonstrate to him how grateful I was for his aid, but I also needed to demonstrate that I had learned from the experience and would be more independent in the future. I was not a helpless victim, and my presence did not pose a problem for his team. Naturally, everyone anticipated that he wouldn't immediately fire me from my position. The things Maria spoke to me after I spilled the wine remained painful.

knock knock. The day I had been looking forward to and anticipating all at the same time had finally come. Mr. Castro was standing by himself on the outside of my bedroom door. After dinner, he continued on his way without stopping to change out of his brand-new tuxedo. It appeared as though he had the faintest of rings growing beneath his eyes. I observed that his clothing was disheveled and scratched up. He appeared threatening as if he were getting ready to reprimand a pet he had just purchased, and that creature was mischievous. Did things turn physical between him and Mr. Bermudez? The atmosphere that dominated the room conveyed all the information I needed. He did not want to interact with me at this time. He likely felt embarrassed about doing that. I was the one to break the tension. It's possible that loyalty would lead to mercy.

"... Please accept my apologies, Mr. Castro."

Mr. Castro pulled up a chair and sat immediately in front of me. He did not speak as he motioned for me to sit down on the bed he was looking at it. I carefully pointed my gaze downward while placing my hands on my lap to show that I complied with the instruction. He didn't break the silence, which lingered in the surrounding air. My lungs gave the impression that they had become ineffective. To look into his contemptuous eyes required every ounce of strength I could manage.

"You're name is Max?" right

I nodded slightly.

"Since the last time I asked about one of Maria's employees, some time has passed. You recently earned your degree in psychology from Carleton University. You seem to have been unfortunately unable to find a position that was suited for you, therefore you decided to take a position here as temporary help, am I correct? If my recollection serves me well, your acquaintance was the one who recommended you. How have you found your first two months here at the mansion to be? It must have been very overwhelming."

Again, I was only able to manage a faint nod."

You are a little bit unusual in this world. This is a job that the vast majority of professional housekeepers consider highly desirable. In contrast to you, others could view this to be a dream job. It is not often a man's fantasy of a dream job to work as a maid for a person at the top of their field. When I was going through the applications, I ought to have glanced over you, but I didn't—little experience. There were no referrals; we only had a recommendation from a young man who spent his days looking at the horses. And yet, here you are. In the service of my estate."