I couldn't shake off the irritation that had built up from overhearing the conversation between the chauffeur and Winston. The words exchanged had struck a nerve within me, leaving me with an unsettling feeling that lingered in the depths of my being. Every step I took seemed to be under the watchful eye and surveillance of Mr. Colton through his employees. His hawk-like vigilance left me both frustrated and unsettled, and I longed for a sense of freedom.
With a resolute determination to cast aside any lingering traces of irritation, I gracefully made my way toward the housekeeping chambers, gaining entry through the discreet back door. As I crossed the threshold, I focused on propelling myself forward into the sphere of my responsibilities as a housekeeper. My mind concentrated on the task at hand, and I embarked on the meticulous preparations, fully immersing myself in the duties assigned to me.
