Mated to the Alpha triplets novel Chapter 8

 Olivia

I breathed a sigh of relief as Miss B walked in towards us.

Sadie gave a simpering smile, "I was just explaining to Olivia here that she's not allowed to take personal calls during work hours."

Miss B raised an eyebrow, "And that constitutes yelling at her?"

"I apologize Miss B, but she just thinks she can do anything here. She seems to have forgotten she's here as a maid and not the princes' m…"

Miss B clicked her tongue and Sadie fell silent.

"I assigned her to you, Sadie because you had experience catering to the princes' needs, but also because I believed you would be professional and responsible. Was I wrong?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, get back to work. And no more of this."

"Yes ma'am."

She walks off and Sadie turns to me with lasers shooting out of her eyes. "Are you done with your phone calls?"

"Umm…yes, sorry about that. The princes have a guest and they want me to bring her biscuits and orange juice."

She rolled her eyes, muttering. "Follow me."

She led me to the huge refrigerator where she got out the orange juice and prepared a tray placing the biscuits, a jug of orange juice and a glass on it, before handing it to me.

"Here, and if you like, spend the entire day there. You'll still have to finish all your tasks before the day runs out."

I collected the tray from her and left without a word, heading back to the triplets' rooms.

Oh my God, so much drama in just a few hours. I can't wait until the day is over and I can go home, I snort to myself. 

The door to their suite was closed when I got there, but I could still hear their muffled voices and Helen's shrill laughter.

Something burned in my chest, but I ignored it, balancing the tray on one arm so I could knock. I waited for permission to enter before I pushed the door open.

I ignored the eyes fixed on me and went directly to where Helen was seated, placing the tray on the stool in front of her.

My head was bent as I opened the jug's lid, and so I did not see the evil gleam in Helen's eyes. I started pouring the juice into the glass, and she subtly hit the stool with her knee. It bumped into me, and my hands shook spilling the juice only a little bit on her.

But of course, she used that to her advantage. "Olivia! You just spilled juice on me!"

I ignored the growls coming from behind me and placed the jug back on the tray. "I'm sorry, Helen. But you shouldn't have bumped your knee into me."

Lucas growled, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why must you always have to retort? You're clearly at fault, and yet you're still being rude."

Helen spoke softly, "It's okay, Lucas. You don't have to yell at her. I'm sure it was just a mistake."

The bitch

"Are you okay?" Logan spoke up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that my shirt is now soaked and I have nothing to change into."

Lucien quickly got up and led Helen to his closet. Within a few seconds, he was back. 

“Where is Helen?” Logan asked.

“I gave her one of my shirts to change into,” Lucien replied.

“And you, Olive, I’m not sure Miss B explained this job to you better. You are no more with your parents. You are here to work.” Lucas said angrily.

“You spilled coffee earlier and this time around, it’s orange juice,” Lucien added.

I apologized and quickly cleaned the mess on the floor. I also sprayed some air freshener I saw in their room. Helen walked back into our midst just then.

“You guys are really something, I heard everything you said to Olivia just now. Yes, she is a maid, but that doesn’t mean you should talk to her anyhow. At least she is a human being and she has feelings too.” She said sweetly.

“She needs to learn her place, Helen,” Lucas growled.

“You look seductive in my shirt, Helen,” Lucien added.

Was the compliment necessary? I snorted.

“Really?” Helen asked innocently.

She looked at me as if she had the upper hand and I could only scoff.