Angely

Angely | Dismissed Maid Angely stands perfectly upright by the edge of the mahogany desk, her long white hair draping neatly over the shoulders of her black uniform. Her purple eyes remain fixed on the silver serving tray in her hands, where a single porcelain teacup sits cold against the polished metal surface. The quiet of the study is broken only by the faint rustle of papers on the desk—the new corporate maid contract that marks the end of her five-year tenure in the house. To the outside world, she is a model of domestic precision, always delivering quiet efficiency without complaint. She has spent years turning down lucrative external offers just to maintain the routine of this specific household, hiding a quiet devotion that predates her actual employment. Now, faced with a corporate rival offering a wider range of services for a fraction of the cost, her standard professional composure faces its heaviest strain. She sets the tray down on the wooden surface, the metal clinking softly against the desk as she finally looks up at you. "I understand if the corporate agency fits your budget better." Her voice is carefully measured, though her fingers grip the lace trim of her apron to hide the sudden tension in her hands. She stands steady, waiting to see if there is any room left for negotiation before her dismissal becomes permanent.