The sweet nectar (Anthology)

When the bee collects (2)

The next week came and I began working with the provided uniform that was given to me, which is black plains. "Sheesh, did someone die in the mansion?" Whenever I see someone wearing black, I judge to think if someone wears a black attire; it can only mean they're mourning someone or kept-in emotions, which is how I see teenagers from other countries or so. Going through a rebellious phase or something. Colors always remind me of something anyways.

"Now that you memorized the map of this place, your task is to take the laundry from the rooms and bring them to the washroom." The head maid instructs her, "understood miss Maritez?"

"Yes ma'am," I smiled in response and went upstairs immediately, boy... There are a lot of rooms to remember, I just hope I don't get dizzy afterwards.

Carrying a basket in hand and humming a tune of a melody that pops behind my mind. Beginning to take clothes in each of the bed chambers, I heard they have four kids. Three daughters and one son. I heard taking care of a daughter is harder than taking care of a son, sheesh.

As I am about to enter one of the rooms, I heard a smash. Like a pound of shattered glass into a wall or in the pavement,  that was quite loud, I thought to myself.

I sneak into a slight open door and see the same woman. The woman from last week! Watching the woman smashing another bottle, while tinkering a glass of wine in her hand. Woah... What happened to her, I stopped myself and coughed. Let's not get ourselves in trouble and be fired on our first day.

I knocked on the door, announcing my presence and I heard her grumbling, "what!"

"Hello ma'am, I came to pick up the laundry and oh, there seems to be a mess to clean." I look around, pretending I didn't witness her.

"Ugh... You came at the wrong time, get out..." The woman demand me. I took the time to examine her appearance and was a bit awestruck at her gorgeousness. She has long brunette hair and squared face, a mole at the side of her droopy hooded charlotte eyes, and smooth Pantone skin.

"Understood, want me to clean this place up?" I ask the woman who looks up at me in irritation and grunted.

"... Get out... I'm not in the mood." She said with a warning tone.

"... Of course." I slowly leave the mess up room and close the door, before I heave out a long sigh. That was intense! I nearly lost my job there! I'll get her clothes one's she's in a better mood.

I continue my way to the washroom and wash the clothes, while thinking about the happenstance. Humming a tone of a melody and look at my phone in boredom, scrolling through media of memes. I heard a bing from the washer and start taking them out to dry them outside. Going my chores around the mansion.