Lolita approached Kacy in the hallway. "Maid! clean my washroom-now."
"I've already cleaned it," Kacy replied.
"I found a hair on the floor! Go back to my washroom and clean it properly." Lolita snapped.
Kacy left and entered the private washroom. She sighed; a strain of Lolita's golden hair was on the floor.
How many times was she going to be given the same task?
After cleaning the washroom, she'd entered the kitchen to clean the dishes with Alina.
Kacy set her rag down, exhaling a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "I'm exhausted."
Alina tossed her towel into the sink. "Tell me about it. Lolita never lifts a finger."
Kacy chuckled. "How long have you been working here?"
"Ten years. I used to have the biggest crush on Ethan. His green eyes were charming, and he'd great taste in fashion."
Kacy nodded. "I've seen the portraits of him down in the hallway. I like his brown hair styled with the slick comb-over."
"Ladies, a workplace is no place for chit-chat." They turned their heads to look at Axel.
"Alina, I need you to come with me, Lolita needs her closet to be reorganized. Kacy, you didn't do your job properly. You didn't arrange Lolita's clothes by colour." Axel's eyes narrowed onto Kacy.
Kacy gasped, "She told me she wanted her clothes arranged by seasonal attire."