Raquel Ferguson is one of the many people working for Harlan Thrombey, the multimillionaire. While Harlan himself treats Raquel and the other workers like human beings, his family sees them as less than.
Especially Harlan's grandson, Ransom Drysdale...
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Raquel's POV
Harlan Thrombey is the kindest employer I've ever had. Scratch that. He's the kindest person I've ever met. He was respectful, fun, and he's incredibly generous. A few years back, I was simply looking for a part-time cleaning job to help pay for college, and when I met Harlan, not only did he hire me as one of his housekeepers, he paid off my student debt ENTIRELY. I wasn't very close to my own family so Harlan and the other people who worked at the mansion were my new family. It was always kind, loving, and fun to go to work everyday.
Except when his family would visit.
A small percentage of the Thrombey clan treated me like a human being. I didn't wanna say they were racist but... They were extremely racially insensitive. Especially to me and Harlan's nurse Marta. I once got dragged into a very uncomfortable discussion about being black in America which Richard Drysdale, Harlan's son-in-law, swore he was an expert in. I bit my tongue as Richard and Walt Thrombey insisted that "nigga" was just a word and that everyone should be able to say it...
Okay. They were racist as fuck.
But believe it or not, I'd rather deal with their racial ignorance than deal with Richard and Linda's son, Ransom. Well to me, he was Hugh, because he ordered "The Help" to call him Hugh. Lord help any staff who called him Ransom to his face. The gardener, Luiz, did once and Ransom went berserk on him. He had him fired and I believe he tried to have him deported. I shook the memory out of my head and continued dusting. The Thrombreys were coming to the mansion tonight to celebrate Linda's biggest sale to date. They'll think of any reason to throw a party at the estate. According to the guest list, the entire family was to be in attendance. Ransom included. They were gonna be here any moment. I had cleaned the bedrooms twice (Ransom's 3 times), swept, mopped, and vacuumed every room, and even polished the doorknobs. I was praying that the first set of guests would be tolerable ones-
"Hello, hello!" Joni Thrombey, Harlan's Daughter-In-Law, called as she entered the house with bags galore.
"Miss Joni," I smiled. "Welcome! May I take your bags up to your room?"
"Thank you so much, Raquel, and please just call me Joni!" she handed me her bags. "Please be careful! My dress is from Armani! Just hang it up in the closet." I nodded and lugged her bags up to the second floor. Once her dress was in the closet, I started to unpack her bag as the door opened up again. Meg Thrombey, Joni's daughter and Harlan's Granddaughter walked in, happily. We actually attended the same college and were best friends, even though she's a couple years younger than I am. She's the one who got me this job.
"Meg!" I gushed hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad you're here!"
"Rocky! I've missed you!" She smiled. "Emerson is so boring without you!"
