The Chosen 2

"Can you tell me why they sent us to the home of Mr. Dmitry's sons?" Anya couldn't hide her curiosity. Paris, who seemed to be dozing off, finally widened her eyes and began to tell the story.

"Mr. Adolfo's sons were sent to that house in order to undergo a due diligence test as the main heirs of the grandmother's, aka the Great Lady's, countless assets. Don't ask me what tests they are facing because our job is to serve them."

Anya nodded at Paris' explanation.

"Why must it be the young girls who serve them?" Anya asked again.

"I don't know, I don't understand either. But don't worry, Mr. Adolfo's sons are not perverts. They are men of dignity who would not touch a woman carelessly," Paris whispered, allowing Anya to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you have any more questions?" Paris chuckled, and Anya shook her head. Not because she didn't have any more questions but because there were so many questions cramming her brain that she was confused about which one to ask first.

The two girls refocused on the car window. Looking at the crowded street scene.

***

Noah stared at the old photo that he had deliberately placed near his bed. It was a photo of when his family formation was still complete. He was four years old, and Xav was two, his father holding Xav and his mother holding him. The two brothers looked very different because Noah's genes were those of his white, blue-eyed mother. Xav's genes are those of his dark-haired father with brownish irises.

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"Welcome, servants!" greeted a woman around forty-five years old. She still looked beautiful in her mature age. She was Cassandra Rodriguez. The head housekeeper at Twinnies Palace so called because the two magnificent palace-like buildings were twinned.

"Henry said there were seven. Why are there nine?" she asks as she counts the nine servants who have just arrived.

"Young Master Xavier handpicked the other two," said the driver.

"Oh, the dissident is back in action," Cassandra muttered loud enough for everyone to hear what she was saying.

"Alright, I'll split it in half, four servants for Young Master Noah's and the other for Young Master Xav,"

"Noah?"

"Yes, he is the eldest son of the Dmitry family, the proud son of this family, who will be the main heir to all the Dmitry property that will never run out seven generations. Did not you know that?"

"All the servants here are vying for the chance to serve young master Noah."

"Young Master Noah's charm is deadly, and it's just that he's very cold and indifferent to women. But that's what makes the young master special and very attractive." Shelina whispered to her gangmates.

"Hey, you!" pointed Casandra at Anya, who seemed unfocused on what she was saying.

"M-me?" Anya pointed at her chest with her index finger.

"Yes you, what's your name?"

"Anya, Anya Smith," she said.

"Miss Smith, you will be assigned to wash all of the bathrooms and toilets in young master Xavier's residence!" screeched Cassandra, instantly the most avoided task of all the servants, making Anya a laughing stock.

Anya looked around, seeing Shelina and the gank looking at her with a mocking gaze.

"I-I?" Anya didn't expect that she would be assigned to that.

"Yes! Don't you like the task I gave you?" asked Cassandra in an intimidating tone.

"N-no like that, I...I..." Anya shook her head softly.

"There are eighteen bathrooms and toilets. So you have to be able to manage your time to get all those tasks done on time! Do you understand?" Cassandra said, smiling and raising one corner of her lips. Anya just nodded.

Since Anya was the first to be given the mandate, she was immediately asked to leave the room. And she was greeted by another woman she is older than Cassandra. Even so, she did not look evil like Cassandra. On the contrary, she looked gentle and motherly.

"Poor girl, what's your name, child?" she asked.

"I'm Anya, ma'am."

"Don't call me Madam. I'm just a servant in this house. Introduce My name is Marimar. You can call me Rimar, or you can call me Auntie. It's up to you," she said as she looked warmly at Anya.

"Anya, your task will be a little tough, child. But I hope you won't give up. I'll show you what you need to do. I'll also show you where you need to clean," Rimar said as she guided Anya through the room.

Anya followed her, climbing the twisting stairs to the fourth floor. Rimar explained about the house. The first floor was dedicated to entertaining guests, where there was a kitchen, dining room, living room, three meeting rooms, and a ballroom.

The rearmost part of the first floor is the servants' quarters. There are two large rooms that several servants can sleep in at once. On the first floor, there are three bathrooms and toilets.

The second floor is the rooms for the guests. There are nine rooms, all of which have bathrooms and toilets. Then, on the third floor were three rooms for the young master's extended family and a special room used when Mrs. Xerena Roseanne Dmitry - Xavier's grandmother - came to visit. And finally, the fourth floor is where young Master Xavier studies to prepare for the test his grandmother will give him to find the new leader of the company.

There were three rooms there, all of which had showers and toilets. Even if the young master doesn't use them, they still need to be cleaned.

Anya nodded in understanding.

"I'm sorry, Anya. I can't take you to the fourth floor. At this hour, young Master Xavier must be studying. Therefore, I will tell you tomorrow."

"Alright, auntie. Thank you, then what should I do now? Should I start the work now?" Anya asked. Rimar shook her head, "I have already done those tasks this morning."

"Really? It's only three o'clock, and you've already finished cleaning everything?" Anya couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I started cleaning everything from two in the morning because young master would get very angry if I brushed his bathroom too late in the day. He doesn't want to be disturbed while studying, so I have to do it quickly before he gets back from his morning exercise."

"Of course, he's a grumpy, annoying man," Anya said as she walked down to the ground floor.

Rimar just smiled, "You are wrong. He is a very kind and sweet boy." Then Rimar left Anya in the center of the large room.

"Nice? Sweet?"

"Hmmm... I think Auntie Rimar is getting senile. So she can't tell the difference between annoying and pleasant," Anya muttered.