Maid Stella 2

Once Stella had finished serving everyone and took her position to the side, I looked up at her and beckoned her over. "Stella, come here and eat with us," I commanded, my voice firm yet inviting.

Stella hesitated, her eyes widening slightly as she wrung her hands together anxiously. "Master... I am a maid. It would not be proper for me to dine with you," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty and apprehension.

I realized then that I had set her knowledge and protocols to that of a traditional maid. While Margaret, designed to be my personal secretary, had no such reservations, Stella was bound by her programming to maintain certain boundaries.

I raised an eyebrow, my voice taking on a stern edge. "So, are you going to deny your master's order now, Stella?" I asked, my gaze locked onto hers, challenging her to defy me.