18 LIKE AN ANGEL

HADIZAT I sank in the sofa in the washroom listening to the sound of the washing machine, as they mumbled and tumbled. First days were always stressful but I was going to be working as a maid. I came to be a chef.Being a maid was hard work, and I wasn't cut out for it. The workers at the mansion took their jobs way too serious. They all worked diligently with smiles on their faces. Apparently it was one of the rules to always smile. I stretched and tried to relax some of the stress on the very comfortable sofa. Whoever thought of putting a sofa in the washroom was a very smart person. I closed my eyes for a second and then suddenly I felt clothes being thrown on my body and face, “what the heck,” I said sitting bolt upright. “Wash them,” a maid said harshly. I looked at her from toe to head. She was a tall, beautiful and fair lady, with too much make up on. I stood and faced her with as much confidence as I could gather, “I will, as soon as you apologize.” “For?” she aske