“Get out!” I yelled ballistically, pushing down the tray of food placed in front of me. The maids gasped in fear, moving back quickly, avoiding the broken pieces of the plates on the floor.

Rage burned my heart seeing them still standing there. They were clearly terrified but weren't doing what I wanted…which was getting the hell out of my room!

“Didn't you hear me?!” I yelled again.

“If you don't like the food, we can prepare another, Ma'am.” one of them appealed.

“I ...