"What’s going on with her?"
Penny, sitting on the sofa, looked at the busy maid and asked with a hint of implication.
Lynch was still watching that TV show. This episode had reached the climax where the protagonist and her grandfather rescued their family dog from the past and thwarted the evil villain’s plot.
When they returned, they didn’t expect the protagonist’s mother was doing laundry and they accidentally dove into the washing machine, both drenched and looking especially disheveled.
Whether by script design or the protagonist’s own choice, her white shirt beca sowhat transparent when wet.
Of course, this kind of content isn’t even considered "adult-rated" in today’s Federation. Since the Great Depression, the Federation has relaxed adult content standards.
Things that were previously forbidden now appear more frequently, easing people’s anxiety after losing their jobs.
The Federation Governnt’s choice must be said to be excellent.
Lynch glanced at the working maid and then replied, "She doesn’t want to lose this job."
"That’s it?", Penny was sowhat surprised, even finding it a bit ridiculous. It’s just a job, is it necessary to go this far?
She didn’t even need to bend much to see what brand of underwear the maid was wearing today. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths for a job?
Penny cos from a middle-class family, considered part of the realization of the Federation Dream in this era.
She never worried about such things since childhood. If it weren’t for that camp old fool wanting to act in affectionate scenes with her, she might not have anything happen with Lynch.
She can understand necessary sacrifices for survival but can’t comprehend the extrely low standards of survival, like earning a few hundred dollars a month at the cost of dignity, it seed unbelievable and far too cheap.
Sotis, one can’t help but be amazed at the vastness of class disparity in the Federation, to the extent that many young people don’t know how families below their class live.
For just a few hundred dollars a month, so people sit indifferently in their yard as their boyfriend rapes their ex-husband’s daughter.
Also, for just a few hundred dollars a month, two n and won without emotions can form a family, have children, and spend their lives numb and lost.
Every brick has its use.
Every penny has its weight.
You can’t feel the weight of a penny, it’s just that you haven’t reached that point yet.
So, in Penny’s view, she was just a lowly whore.
She left the sofa and walked to the side of the dining room, watching the maid busy inside.
The maid was a bit uneasy with Penny’s arrival and kept her head down, preoccupied with work, just to avoid causing trouble with this suddenly appearing woman.
She didn’t know what kind of relationship Penny had with Lynch, but it was definitely not ordinary, evident from their natural amiability.
More importantly, she knew Penny.
Many people might not know the na of a Federation Minister or match his na with his appearance.
Soone might not know how many states the Federation has or how many cities, or who the governor of their state is.
But those who don’t know Penny are undoubtedly few. Since she connected with Lynch, the agency has unrelentingly promoted and marketed her, quickly making her famous throughout the Federation.
The maid also likes this young actress, but being targeted by her was another experience altogether.
She shrank into a corner; her work was already done but Penny stood outside the dining room, making her hesitate to leave, fearing Penny would trouble her.
If the two won stirred up trouble, even with a cursory thought, Lynch would side with whom.
The more she wanted to avoid sothing, the more she would encounter it.
Instead of coming out, Penny went in.
She raised her hand and slapped the maid’s behind, not loudly but with a frivolous touch. If the maid paid attention to her lips, she would find Penny mouthed the word "whore."
"Co with !" she gestured with her finger and headed for the second floor.
The noise of climbing upstairs alerted Lynch, who turned to glance at her, she imdiately donned a sweet smile.
When Lynch turned away, the smile on her face turned into a sly grin.
Sotis art indeed cos from life, as she demonstrated managing emotions and expressing herself effectively with dramatic effect.
In the room on the second floor, Penny sat on a low stool in front of the vanity, crossing her legs, arms folded, her expression sowhat frigid, "Close the door!"
The maid silently turned around and closed the door.
"Co up to ..."
When the maid ca up to her, she couldn’t resist slapping the maid’s butt again, "You’re seducing Lynch, you know he has a girlfriend!"
The maid let out a dull sound, a red mark already visible on her behind, she bit her lip, "I didn’t."
"You did!" Penny left no room for her to rebut, "You’re seducing him, wearing such a shaless dress, is it because you’re hot?"
"I heard you don’t want to lose this job, so you’re trying to seduce him, but it seems like you failed."
She was like a proud little goose, craning her neck to look at her.
The maid’s face turned sowhat pale; what had once held so hope now seed hopeless.
Penny’s appearance had put a cross on her plan in her heart. Let alone competing with Penny, she didn’t even have the right to do so. No matter what she did now, it was aningless.
When a person no longer has needs, he/she becos a little stronger.
With a retreat already considered, the maid’s emotions actually stabilized a bit, "You’re wrong. I will leave here, tomorrow."
"Don’t think that just because you have money, you can trample on others’ dignity as you please!"
Saying this, the maid was about to leave, tears welling in her eyes. She felt so aggrieved.
She didn’t want much, she wasn’t trying to compete for favor with anyone. She just wanted a stable, easy job that wasn’t tiring, that would let her get those few hundred dollars in wages each month on ti. Why was soone making things difficult for her?
So sad, this wasn’t the result I wanted.
Just as she was about to leave the room to prove her refusal to accept humiliation and to assert her dignity, Penny suddenly called out to her.
"Wait, I have a way to help you."
The maid hesitated near the door, her hand already on the doorknob. As long as she opened this door, she could prove that even though she was poor, her character was independent and noble.
Yet for so reason, she suddenly wanted to hear what that girl had to say.
Penny looked at her, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Damn, when soone else is getting hit, it’s always better than getting hit yourself, right? There’s no reason to go up when there’s a stand-in, is there?
Besides, this was just about getting hit, she had her own work to do. The maid would take care of the painful part, while she handled the more comfortable part—a perfect combination!
Penny had her own reasons for choosing this maid. First of all, she was just a maid, not a woman who could oppose her.
With just a word, a few simple tricks, she could disappear from Lynch’s side imdiately.
Secondly, she would always stay here, being able to know right away when another competitor showed up, and know if anyone was badmouthing her.
She thought her idea was great, even though she kept telling herself that it was impossible between her and Lynch, but for such matters, one ultimately wouldn’t be content without trying!
Compared to other competitors, she might not have much of an edge, but she was young; she could let loose and dared to play with anything—that was her advantage!
Watching the maid approach, she reached out and touched the woman’s butt, feeling sowhat dissatisfied.
Damn, much fuller than mine!
She pinched it lightly, the maid endured the pain but dared not evade, silently enduring.
"I said, I know you want to stay and work, it’s simple, as long as I say a word to Lynch."
"But you know, outside, there are countless girls wanting to work here. If I keep you, you’ll have to give sothing in return, right?"
The maid nodded, "What do you need to do?"
Penny’s face had a sly smile, "It’s simple..."
A dozen minutes later, the two girls ca downstairs from the second floor, and the broker had already arrived.
Under Penny’s command, the staff moved three heavy boxes to the activity room on the first floor.
This was originally a place for relaxation or ditation, more than a hundred square ters, with soft mats on the floor, and two walls made of floor-to-ceiling glass, providing ample natural light.
Sotis, Lynch would open all the windows, holding a glass of wine, to sit here and think quietly or daydream.
But from this mont, it had another purpose.
After the staff left, the three won began taking things out of the boxes.
This was their first encounter, and each one felt a bit awkward.
After all, this kind of stuff... is a bit too private.
"My God!"
Penny took out sothing thicker than her arm and was almost startled enough to drop it; she glanced at the maid, increasingly convinced her choice was right.
anwhile, the maid’s face alternated between red and white; she didn’t know whether she should leave now, but Penny had made her a promise.
Not only would she persuade Lynch to let her stay here as a permanent maid, but she would also give her an additional three thousand dollars a month.
Just three thousand dollars, which was as insignificant to Penny as a dollar in Lynch’s pocket.
This morning, the goods Penny brought exceeded a hundred thousand dollars, this amount was insignificant to her.
But for an ordinary girl, this money was really hard to refuse.
It ant she could live glamorously in Bupen.
It ant she could beco a pride in the mouth of her parents, relatives.
She too would beco an object of envy among classmates and friends!
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