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underlying message in her tone and words and decided to keep the rest of the questions.We continued to fold the rest of the laundry when Cordelia, another maid in the mansion entered the room. Cordelia was one of those maids who thought herself to be higher than everyone else."Elena, would you be a doll and clean the room in the east wing? I have so much work to do," she requested, and though I wanted to object, I did not want to upset her. Cordelia had made no effort to hide her dislike for me since the very first day I got here and I made it my goal to stay out of her way.I tried to refuse, but she interrupted, "Oh thank you, you are such a darling Elena," she said, turning on her heels, her rather short uniform skirt swinging in the air as she moved."She's such a bitch. Who does she think she is?" Gigi fumed.I sighed, too tired to engage in Gigi's daily dose of hating Cordelia, "You shouldn't talk about her like that Gigi, She's only doing her job.""Sorry but her job is cleaning, Lena, not bossing us around. And why didn't you say no? She keeps pushing her work to you and disappearing to do only God knows what.""We're finished here anyway. Let me just clean the room," I said.Gigi shook her head at me, clearly tired of my antics, "You're too kind, Lena."I shrugged, picking up the cleaning supplies from the storage, as Gigi asked "What wing did she ask you to clean?"When I told her, she gasped. "Lena, that's the Don's wing. Why would Cordelia ask you to clean that wing when she knows only Maria goes in there?"I wondered too but time was of the essence. "I don't know, but I'll clean it and be back." "Alright, sweetie. I'll wait for you. Be careful!" She called after me.Grabbing the fresh linens, similar to the ones Maria used whenever she handled the east wing, I made my way there.The doors were heavy against my palms when I tried to push them open, nevertheless, I entered the room, gasping at the sheer look of it. It was a perfect blend of modern and traditional. I walked further into the room, past the adjoining living room, and into what I expected to be the bedroom. The high windows going from floor to ceiling, behind the large bed, gave a wonderful view of the garden and massive acres of greenery. I let my fingers glide over the old linen on the