Unaware of what was going on, Emily snorted and said contemptuously, “Artie’s fortune is far more than anything you could ever imagine, so he wouldn’t go back on his word to pay you the pittance you’re asking for. Don’t delude yourself.”
Seizing this chance, Sophia nodded earnestly and said with implication,
“That’s what I think too. I know a gentleman of nobility such as him would never go back on his promise or mistreat his staff. Right, Young Master Weiss?” Then, she flashed him a meaningful smile as she added brightly, “If it helps, you can always do it over PayPal.”
The man was at a loss for words.
Emily suddenly realized that her presence was completely overshadowed by the maid, and she grew infuriated as she snapped, “Okay, fine, he’ll pay you what he owes you, so get back to work!
I want all the clothes in these bags ironed and hung in the wardrobe, and I mean every single piece of clothing, got it? If I see so much as a wrinkle, you’re done
for!” she emphasized the last part of her command and sprinkled malice on top of it, too. “The password for the bags is 2345.”
Having said that, she linked arms with Arthur and said cheerily, “Come on, Artie, let’s leave her to her work. Let’s catch up on all the latest details of your life.”
Sophia heaved a sigh in relief when Emily and Arthur finally left the room, but she couldn’s help wondering why the latter was so intent on keeping her here.
Sighing, she opened up one of the bags only to stop and stare at the contents for a full three seconds. Then, she picked up the black lace negligée from the very top of the pile of clothes. The fabric, or rather the lack thereof. had her stumped.
Miss Jennings might as well be naked in this! Who’s she going to wear this for? Arthur? Does he have a fetish for stuff like this?
When she proceeded to iron Emily’s questionable wardrobe, Sophia began to panic, for she became acutely aware of the fact that she had no idea how to operate a clothing iron. Her parents had raised her like a princess all her life, and they had never once let her go near house chores, much less do them.
However, she was supposedly Arthur’s maid right now, and she had no choice
but to hunker down on these menial household tasks, which were not so much menial to her as they were challenges.
Downstairs, Arthur looked distracted as he listened to Emily prattle on about the latest details of her undoubtedly jet setting lifestyle.
She stopped talking at some point when she realized that he seemed miles away, then asked dejectedly, “Is my presence here bothering you, Artie?”
