The New Maid.

Jean stood in the middle of the chambers, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp. The two maids stood before her, shifting nervously under her scrutiny.

"What are your names?" she asked, her tone firm yet calm.

"Rita," one answered quickly, a tinge of fear in her voice.

"Mimi, my lady," the other said, her head bowing slightly.

Jean nodded, her expression unreadable. "You'll come with me. Mimi, Rita—you too."

The two maids exchanged wary glances before following her as she strode out of the room. The click of her heels echoed through the corridor, the tension thick between them.

"Where are we going?" Rita asked hesitantly.

Jean didn't break her stride. "Somewhere you can blossom. Clearly, this chamber isn't it." Her cryptic reply left the maids even more uneasy.

Mimi froze mid-step, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But my lady, please. We love our jobs."