Earlier on, Zayla decided to put her plans into action, feeling uncomfortable. Her cooking skills were terrible and the chef would be arriving in two days. Left with no option, she asked the maid for help, a little too rudely.
"Mae, right?" Zayla stopped the maid who was mopping the floor.
"Yes ma'am," the maid nodded and responded. Zayla bit her lips. She could not let the maid know about her weakness so she snarled,
"You are too slow with cleaning. Are you even a professional?"
The maid was confused. She was doing the job of three people and thought to be complimented and not reprimanded. "Ma'am, we are supposed to be three and the rest are late. This house is big."
"Shut up or I'll fire you. You are a maid. Maids take instructions, they don't talk back," Zayla back at her. The maid, who looked less than twenty years had tears in her eyes, except that she was strong enough to not let it fall.
"Sorry."