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The  same drone like maid came in the next day to given me breakfast and lunch

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The  same drone like maid came in the next day to given me breakfast and lunch.

I had nothing to do all day and when the maid got me breakfast she said, it was tightly prohibited for me to step a feet out of this room unless ordered otherwise.

If you take a consideration toward their language and behavior toward you, you'll feel that they are a bunch of snob with guns.

They seem like the kind of person who cringes to dissect a fatal pig or a frog.

But I get most of the people cringes to dissect them, so that doesn't really narrow their category exactly ten person in the whole wide world.

So as I was prohibited like I was some trespasser, I lounged the whole day in bed and caught up on my lack of sleep for the past two months as the coming midterms was talking a vicious toll on me.

I guess, not anymore.

Take that college.

The sun went down long ago and I was obediently waiting for my dinner as I wondered if them rich people eats snacks through out the day or what?

Because if they did, I sure as hell didn't get any.

Are they too posh to eat chips or fruit roll ups or something?

I sighed as plopped myself back on the bed but the faint click of the door opening had me sitting up in attention.

Oh, it's just the maid.

Whatever.

I laid back down so she can do whatever she wants and leave for fucks sake.

She's not exactly the fun person to be around you or whatever.

"Miss Anderson." She stated. "You're requested to an audience with Don Roman before dinner."

I sighed. "Can you be so polite and tell him that I don't give a fuck about him?"

The maid ignored my sentence and placed some garments in the bed. "You're required to dress up with the things he sent for you and I'll accompany you to the primed location."

"Did you not hear what I said?" I ask in incredulity. "Are you even paying..."

"Miss Anderson, you don't pay me therefore I am not entitled to follow any of your orders." The maid said in her same monotone. "The boss wants you in ten minutes and he doesn't like to wait."

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