Anya was chosen to be a servant at Xavier's residence along with four others. Paris, Emily, Diana, and Rose. Of course, only Paris was kind to her so she and Paris decided to stay in the same room. The other three slept in other rooms.
Rimar told them that young master Xavier was going to throw a party and invite some of his friends. So they had to help Gio, the house's chef, prepare the food. Two of them had to be willing to serve young master Xavier's guests, even into the morning. Yes! Those rich kids will be partying until the morning.
"Of course, for this job, you will be paid three times your usual salary as overtime," Rimar explained.
Anya didn't seem to be interested in what Rimar had to offer, instead pretending to be busy helping Chef Gio organize the food. Angel and Diana, on the other hand, were the most excited. They offered themselves out loud, even when Rimar hadn't finished explaining their job descriptions.
"Before saying who will serve the guests later, I'll ask the young master for his opinion on this. So..." Rimar sighed.
"I'll be back after this, you guys keep working, help chef Gio."
Rimar left the kitchen and headed to the fourth floor, to meet Xavier.
It wasn't long before she returned to the kitchen to announce who the young master had chosen to serve the guests. Anya wasn't interested and didn't expect to be chosen, so she kept herself busy with the pile of laundry that chef Gio was using.
"Young master Xavier has chosen two of you," Rimar said as she looked at the servants.
"Angel you were chosen," Rimar continued.
Angel - the Chinese American girl - looked happy and amused.
"Congratulations dear!" Diana and Rose hugged her tightly, Paris looked at the deceptive friendship with a half-smirk.
Anya understood very well that they were actually stabbing each other in the back. Behind Angel's back, Diana often gossiped about Angel and her strange dialect. Meanwhile, behind Diana's back, Angel often told her about the surgical scars on Diana's back that looked like keloids.
They stabbed and blasphemed each other, but all of them were good at acting and wearing masks. That's what makes Paris fed up, she has revealed all these things to Anya, she did it so that Anya was vigilant.
"Mrs. Rimar, so who is the second girl?" Diana asked impatiently, confident that she would be the one to serve as the maid for the night of the party.
Rimar smiled, then turned to Anya who was still trying to ignore what was happening in the kitchen.
"Anya, young master Xavier appointed you," Rimar said with a smile. The plate Anya was washing almost slipped out of her grasp.
"W-why me?" Anya screamed to herself.
She really didn't want to meet the man who brought her to this place. The man who now made her wash eighteen bathrooms a day. Just imagine if she spent an hour washing, that means she could spend eighteen hours a day just wallowing in a smelly toilet.
"Anya," called Rimar who did not immediately get a response from Anya. Slowly the girl turned around, changing her gloomy face with an obviously fake smile.
"You should get ready now," she said.
"Yes, auntie."
Anya looked down, it felt so hard to take a step.
If she could, she would love to swap her role with Diana, who was actually eager to be chosen. She could see with the tail of her eye that Diana was now mumbling while glancing sarcastically at her. Instead of mumbling, she was probably cursing Anya.
She then glanced pleadingly at Paris who gave her two thumbs up and congratulations. In fact, Paris knew very well that her friend didn't want this.
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Around eight, all of Xavier's friends had arrived. Anya and Angel were forced to work together, as they were now in charge of this small party. Only eleven people attended, consisting of seven girls and the rest boys.
Of course, all of them were the children of rich businessmen, politicians, and possibly the children of the mafia, that's what Anya had in mind.
She believes that super-rich people are very close to crime and vile deeds. She doesn't believe that there are super-rich people who are pure good, or generous.
Anya also believes that many of them do illicit business. And that is the source of their unlimited wealth. They will not be easily touched by the law, because in fact the law is easily bought. Money trumps everything, which is why so many people in the world deify money.
"Anya, why are you daydreaming?!"
"You need to deliver this to the girls right away!" screeched Angel in a bossy tone.
Angel had deliberately told her to serve the girls, and she herself chose to served the young men.
Anya didn't argue, she just did what Angel told her to do. There was no point in arguing with her, it was a waste of energy.
After delivering the drinks to the girls, Anya returned to her place. She noticed that Angel hadn't left the boys' area, instead she was joking and acting familiar with one of Xavier's friends.
Surprisingly, Anya didn't even see Xav's figure there.
Anya turned her eyes here and there looking for the party master. Until accidentally her gaze fell on a man who was peeking out from behind the open ballroom window.
The eyes of the two humans clashed, for a few seconds. Yes, it took Anya a few seconds to realize that the eyes that were now looking at her were his. The young master Noah.
"Who is he?" Anya whispered softly.
The man with eyes as blue as the ocean smiled at her, but when Anya tried to walk to the door to meet him, Noah stopped her. The man gave her a hand signal. Anya abandoned the idea.
"You!" Xavier said loudly. Anya didn't know when he came, but he was already in front of her.
Perhaps earlier, she was too lost in the handsome man's ocean-blue eyes in the darkness to notice Xav's presence.
"You will serve me," Xav said, Anya just looked at the man with a confused face. She didn't understand what Xav meant.
"Anya Smith. As my servant, you cannot stand far away from me. You must always be near me, because I don't like to shout when I look for you."
"So, what about this task?" asked Anya, who was actually looking for an excuse.
"I'll tell Marimar to add one or two more servants. You don't have to worry about it."
Xav turned around, walking towards his friends. Just a few steps later, he stopped and looked back. He found Anya still standing still in the same spot.
"Anya, you have to come with me wherever I go. Why are you just standing there?!" Xav shouted, making Anya realize that all eyes were on her. Anya had no choice but to follow the annoying young master.
"Who is this girl, Xav?!" A girl suddenly stepped in front of Xavier. Anya was taken aback.
The girl was very beautiful. Her beauty was close to perfect, at least that's what Anya thought when she saw her. Her beautiful and well-proportioned body was wrapped in a white dress. It was obvious that everything on her body was expensive and luxurious.
"None of your business, Courtney, get out of my way, now!" snapped Xav. But it seemed that the girl never gave up, after getting an unfriendly answer from Xav, the girl then set her sights on Anya. She staggered, and quickly grabbed Anya's hair.
"You're that bitch, right? You're the bitch who snatched my Xavier! Don't you know he's my future fiancé?!" Courtney screeched loudly. Anya groaned, if she had known that the drunk girl would do something crazy to her. Maybe she would have avoided her.
"Courtney! Stop it! Are you out of your mind?!" Xavier immediately turned around and helped Anya.
But Courtney wouldn't let go of his hand from Anya's hair.
"Help me!" she screamed at her friends.
"Call security!" Xav told Angel.
"Xav, why are you stopping me? I want to scratch that slutty girl's face? Are you blind Xav, am I not pretty enough? So you're having an affair with her?" Courtney removed her hand from Anya's hair and started crying.