I rolled up my sleeves and was about to do it myself
"Hello, is not Donald home?" Suddenly a woman's voice rang out.
Turning around, I noticed that he was about twenty-six years old, had short hair, wore a fashionable European style, and her smile was particularly infectious
Is she someone Donald knows? How else could she address him so intimately?
"I think you are the only maid at home. Donald's stock has been plummeting lately. Why can not you hire a maid?"
I glanced down at my clothes. It's easy for people who don't know me to misunderstand my identity.
"Do you know when Donald will be back?" The woman put down her luggage and sat on the sofa as if she knew her way around her own house. With a faint smile on her face, she said, "Can you bring me a cup of coffee without sugar and milk? Thank you."
I think this woman has an unusual relationship with Donald. How else could she order people so naturally.