Three

Anya stepped back a few inches as Xavier's face came closer.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, smiling.

"do you mean I have to sleep with you?" Anya asked, getting nervous with sweat drippings down her forehead, even though the air outside and inside the car was icy.

Xavier laughed out loud, holding on tight to his stomach.

"Of course not, you idiot. I'm not a ma sher," he said.

"Then what are you doing in that place if you're not a masher? Or maybe you don't like women—"

"What! You mean I'm gay?" Xavier shouted, causing Anya to cover her ears with her palms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Shut up!" said Xavier and started his car again.

There was silence after the conversation. In her head, Anya only hoped for one thing, that what she was doing now wasn't a mistake. Isn't working as a housemaid much better than working in that brothel? Xavier doesn't seem like a bad guy.

***

Xavier takes Anya to a large house with security around it. A house as big as a palace, a house surrounded by many big trees. In the center of his yard there is a huge fountain.

A luxurious house that can only be lived in by rich people whose money is not radiant.

"Is this your house?" she asked.

"Yes, you better shut your mouth before your saliva drips," said Xavier as Anya subconsciously opened her mouth wide at the magnificence that evolved before her eyes.

"How many people work in your house?"

"Probably forty," Xavier said casually.

"Forty? And you said that you still need a housekeeper?" Anya asked, not believing what she was hearing.

"If you don't want to work at my house, that's fine, and I'll take you back to the brothel—"

"No, that's not what I meant! I want to work at your house, please . I don't want to work at a brothel." Anya pleaded.

Xavier did not answer. The man then stopped the car right in front of the enormous house door. They got out of the car, and Xavier asked Anya to get into the the house.

"Welcome, young master," said the man with the thin mustache.

"I brought a new housekeeper. Could you hurry up and take her to the room? Because I want to take a rest," said Xavier, he then leaving Anya alone. Henry looked at Anya up and down many times, the man must have wondered where Xav picked up the girl in a such outfit.

"Of course, young master," Henry replied with a grinning smile.

"I'm Henry, and I'm the head of the housemaid here. I will explain what you have to do. Now come with me. I'll show you where your room is. Oh yes, the rule in this house for the assistants is not to talk to the masters without permission."

"Who are those masters?" asked Anya, interrupting.

"You haven't told me your name yet?" said Henry.

"Oh yes, of course, my name is Anya Smith," she said, holding his hand.

"Oh, okay, Miss Smith, sorry, I don't want to shake hands. I've washed my hands," Henry said with an annoyed face. Anya glanced at him while taking a deep breath.

Henry guided Anya's steps toward a pavilion located behind the main building. On the way to the pavilion, Henry answered Anya's question.

"You are forbidden to communicate with the masters unless they speak to you. The masters are the great Lord Adolfo Dmitry and his two sons."

"Oh, so Mr. Dmitry has two sons?" she said.

"What do you mean?!" asked Henry with a suspicious look.

Anya shook her head and did not continue her speech. It looks like it's not necessary to discuss.

"You must get up at four and get to work. I'll teach you tomorrow, now go to sleep." Henry opened one of the doors of the room, in the pavilion building. The room is narrow but clean, quite comfortable, although there is only one wooden cabinet and a thin mat.

"W—wait a minute!" Anya stopped Henry's steps.

"Are they going to give me a salary?" she asked.

Henry frowned, "Did the agency that supervised you not say anything?" he asked back, Anya shook her head slowly.

"I'll ask Mr. Adolfo about it, and you'd better get some rest now."

Brakk!

Henry then closed the bedroom door, leaving Anya there. Even so, the room was spotless, and when Anya opened the closet, it turned out that there were several stacks of clothes that Anya might be able to wear. Because Anya didn't bring a single piece of clothing at all, there was only one pair of clothes, which is now attached to her body.

***

"Wake up, you slacker!" Henry shouted while pouring water on Anya's body.

"It's six in the morning, and you're late on your first day of work!" Henry shouted, which made Anya cover her ears.

Realizing that she was not at her apartment, Anya immediately got up. Her hair and whole body were drenched. After gathering her scattered soul, Anya realized she was now being seen by several pairs of eyes peeking out from behind the half-opened door. All of them were young and beautiful girls, and all of them wore maid uniforms. And sadly, everyone was laughing at her now.

"Wake up, Anya! You must prepare now!" Henry threw the same maid uniform the girls were wearing at her violently.

"Okay," Anya stammered. Henry turned around and shouted at the peeping girls.

"Get back to work! And don't peek!" he called, and the girls disbanded.

Anya sighed, "damn!" she cursed as she took off her wet clothes one by one. She then intended to change clothes without bathing and clean up immediately.

"You must shower first, Miss Smith. Don't let the masters smell your stink!" Henry shouted again, which made Anya shocked. How could such a babbling man know what was in her head?

With unsteady steps, she walked towards the bathroom, which was located at the end of the corridor. She was just about to go there when the corner of her eye caught the shadow of a man.

She intended to leave the pavilion room to ensure that someone she saw was not mistaken. But before she could step outside, Henry was still standing by the door of the pavilion shouting at her to hurry up.

Anya then ran to the bathroom and immediately cleaned up. In less than ten minutes, she was already wearing a maid uniform.

"What should I do now?" Anya asked Henry, who now turned his back on her. The man with a thin mustache with a medium body turned his head, then saw her and shouted again louder.

"Can't you dress up?!"

Anya nodded innocently.

"Didn't you see the girls earlier? They were all so pretty!"

"I—I can't dress up," Anya said honestly.

Henry groaned in disturbance, then pulled Anya into his room. There he looked for something on the nightstand beside the bed and found a box containing makeup tools.

"I'll help you just this once. After this, you have to learn to use makeup."

"Do I have to dress up every day? Isn't my job here only as a housemaid?"

"Yes, you are only a maid here, but this is the rule. Mr. Dmitry likes beauty. That's why he wants the housekeepers here always to look beautiful."