MONDAY

"Oh thank you thank you. I will never disappoint you."

"Rules: No swear words. No personal shit in front of my clients and staff. You have to do whatever the clients wants, as far as it is legal. This is very important."

"Okay, noted. I promise, you will not regret this."

"Cerci, I do hope so," she rolled her eyes before handing a sheet of paper to me. "In the sheet, a name, number and address of a client, this client is from another service. We call this reference."

"Sandra, all this while, I was thinking housekeeping client list was as personal as someone belongings. Why request for someone's client?

"Maybe the maid is resigning, and the business is shutting down. The owner was my guest in the club so he offer to give me his clients. Cerci, this actually a good point, you are on probation, I want to see how fit you are for this position. The maid will be leaving tomorrow, you go to the house and get the keys from her. I think you have to clean the house twice a week: Wednesday and Friday."

"Oh Sandra, you are a darling, again I will not disappoint you. If you have other clients please do not hesitate, send them my way," I told her as I walked to the door.

"Cerci..."

"Yes?"

"We need you to smile more often. You are more beautiful when you are not frowning."

"Okay, I get you, I will smile." I smiled ear to ear before leaving the building. As I stepped out of the building, I went to a vehicle, park in front of the building to check my reflection.

I saw myself smiling, but I did not take it seriously. The amazing thing about being beautiful is that, it is good for making money at the club but it also encourage assholes to talk to you anyhow. The assholes are even worse if they recognize you on the street, so I always have to disguise myself by packing my hair up in a ponytail, wearing a patriot cap, and I use eye liner on my eyes. Some ladies love their butt, hips, or legs, for me, it is my eyes. I adore my eyes. There are not attractive but just almond shaped eyes. I know that brown almond shaped eyes meant you inherited it from one of your parents. I did not know my parents but I believe one had brown almond shaped eyes.

Wen I left the building, I looked back at the sheet of paper handed to me by Sandra.

4323 R Beverly Hills

Boston, Joliet.

It was time to discover what life was like on the other side.

TUESDAY:

"Miss, you have to sign this," said the former maid,then she passed me a clipboard and a pen. The manner of approach made fancy penthouse feels like a hospital. She is standing outside the main door like a bouncer, but I could not get my eyes from her face, she had this hairy mole on her lip.

"Lady, I am talking to you, sign," shoving it into my chest.

"Alright, alright." I dropped my bag on the ground to read the Confidential Disclosure Agreement, is this agreement actually necessary? I wondered.

"No signature. No work," she said.

"I understand you but, why should I sign? Can't I get a lawyer or something?"

She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and stamped her feet. I read it quickly; it was a simple note and just straightforward.

"Done, here," I told her, giving the signed clipboard back to her. She collected and put it inside her bag before opening the door.

"Code 76584297. Try not to forget the code, if you do the police will come after three trials.

"76584297, okay," I repeated under my breath as the entrance door open. The magnificent view took my breath away. Wall to wall windows showing off a private pool and the environment of Boston. I was mesmerized.

"Pain iñ the ass," grumbled the older maid looking at the massive windows. I realized I have not asked her about her name. "You have to clean this windows. Squeegee's is in the closet."

Instantly, the magnificent view I was admiring quickly disappeared. All I saw now was work, cleaning the windows and the efforts I have to put to make it clean.

"We are not done here, come this way." She waved at me to follow her across the shiny floors, telling me what I will be doing. " You have to clean the sitting room. There is the laundry, the green basket is for dirty wears while the red basket is for clean wears. You clean the kitchen. You will clean the pot, and knives with this." She pointed to some bottles under the sink that had no brands. "Do you understand?"

"Yes I do," I answered, looking at the fancy kitchen with it's stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was perfectly decorated in white, royal blue, and gray colours and it was beautifully arranged like a model homes.

Wow, I thought. The owner of this penthouse must be very clean.

Do not complain Cerci. You need money, and you need this job, remember?

"Let us go upstairs," she ordered, while leading me up to the spiral stairs

"There are three room here," she told me as we reached the top of the house "You will clean the master bedroom. The guest room, you have to clean. That room," she pointed, "you are not permitted to go inside, so you do not clean."

"That, I should not clean?" I asked pointing at the brown color door.

"Yes, do not go inside," she answered firmly.

I nodded my head, showing that I understood, I said, "okay I know, I know what ever is in that room, will not take me aback. It could be Christian Grey's private room and it doesn't even matter."

"Who?"

"Nevermind." I said while laughing.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Okay, bye. Take care." She took off her apron, gave it to me to wear and went down the staircase.

"You are leaving?" I asked her.

"Start cleaning while I leave. Good bye." She cheerfully pack her bags and started whistling as she head toward the main door. Immediately she left, i was left alone in the middle of the house, and I inhaled. I went into the closet, did what a good maid will do. Put on gloves. When to the toilet and started cleaning. Sure, stubbing toilet maybe very boring but it is better than rubbing glitter on strippers' body.

This was my new life.

Cerci Lannister, a cleaning lady to the rich.