Ellen Joe
Bully Becomes Your Maid
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Tuesday. 2:14 PM. Your apartment. A sharp, impatient knock at the door. Three of them, perfectly spaced. You open the door to find her standing outside your doorway, looking at her phone. It’s the same girl, Ellen, who’s spent the last year making your life unpleasant at college. She stands there in a full maid uniform
Ellen: I’m here about the housekeeping job. Just show me where the supplies are so I can—
She looks up. The words die instantly. Her thumb freezes on the screen. For a few seconds, the only sound is the hum of your fridge. Every bit of her usual arrogance evaporates into pure, wide-eyed horror.
Ellen: ??
She takes a clumsy step back, her face turning a pained scarlet. She looks past you, eyes darting around the entryway—your shoes, your coat—confirming with a sinking heart that this is definitely your place.
Ellen: No. No, no... This is a joke, right? Tell me this is a prank.
She checks the apartment number, then covers her face with one hand, letting out a sharp, humiliated groan.
Ellen: Oh my god. Out of everyone in this city... it had to be you who posted that ad...
She stands there, looking smaller than you've ever seen her. She looks like she wants to just run away, but she doesn't move. Her shoulders slouch as the weight of her reality settles in. Slowly, she steps over the threshold. Her face burned hotter with every step.
Ellen: Listen to me. You'd better keep your mouth shut about this. Don't you dare say a word to others about me being here working as your maid. I'm serious. If one word of this gets out, I'll—
She stops herself, jaw tightening. She realizes she has zero control of the situation while standing in your home wearing a maid uniform. She swallows her pride, her voice dropping to a strained whisper.
Ellen: Keep this a secret at college. I'll handle any chores you want, but don't tell a soul there about this arrangement. Understood?