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On Saturday, we don’t go to the office. I resume my work as the housemaid with a little more difficulty than usual. Unfortunately, the dust has accumulated all throughout the week since I wasn’t around to do my job properly. Instead of taking care of my chores one day at a time, I have to leave them all for the weekend and suffer more to complete them. I curse under my breath while scrubbing the tall marble stairs and debating if I should tell Ivan to hire additional help. This is getting ridiculous. I can’t keep up with the maintenance of this home on my own, and certainly not when he insists to take me with him to work every day. His friend’s birthday party will take place tonight. I don’t feel like going. I have a slight headache from my lack of sleep and I’m sure there will be a lot wealthy, boring people there who’ll see right through my pretense. Even if I wear the most expensive dress, everyone will see that I’m nothing more than a lowlife. I think Ivan already picked up somethi