The Maid’s Revenge: How I Turned the Tables on My Arrogant Boss’s Daughter
For months, I had been treated like dirt by my boss’s daughter and her snobby friends. Just because I was the maid, they thought they could look down on me, insult me, and act like I was nothing. But little did they know—I wasn’t who they thought I was. And one night, everything changed.
“You’re Just a Maid—Know Your Place!”
I’d worked hard my whole life. Cleaning, scrubbing, serving—jobs that people like them would never lower themselves to do. But I never complained. Not until the night Tris, my boss’s spoiled daughter, pushed me too far.
Tris was nearly fifty, divorced, and still living off her mother’s money. She acted like she owned the world, even though she hadn’t worked a day in her life. And she loved making sure I knew my place.
That night, she had her high-society friends over—a bunch of rich, entitled brats just like her. My job was to serve them, even though it wasn’t part of my duties.
“Such a good maid you have,” one of them sneered.
“Well, don’t say that. Hailey could try harder,” Tris shot back, giving me a cold glare.
“What can you expect from them? They’re all idiots. She cleans, doesn’t steal, and that’s good enough,” a man in his fifties scoffed.
“That’s true, though I think some of my things have started disappearing,” Tris added with a smirk.
I clenched my fists. The truth? She was always losing her things because she drank too much. Once, I even found her diamond necklace in the fridge. But I stayed silent.
“They’re trash, I’ve always said that,” the man continued.
“Exactly! The poor shouldn’t even be allowed in our neighborhoods,” another woman chimed in.
Then, Tris “accidentally” spilled scalding hot coffee on me. The pain shot through my skin, and I gasped.
“Oh, don’t be dramatic. It’s just coffee,” Tris laughed.
*”It *hurts,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You’ll survive. You’re just a maid,” she sneered.
That was it. My patience snapped.
“When This House Is Mine, You’re the First One Out.”
I looked her dead in the eye. “I’m actually a human being. And when all of this becomes mine, I’ll throw you out at the first opportunity.”
The room exploded in laughter.
*”And what makes you think this will *ever* be yours?”* Tris cackled.
I slowly pulled off my glove and held up my hand—revealing the glittering diamond ring on my finger.
Tris’s face turned white. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! YOU THIEF! I’M CALLING THE POLICE!” she shrieked.
But I didn’t flinch. “I didn’t steal it. Margaret gave it to me.”
The Secret Friendship That Changed Everything
Three months earlier…
Margaret, my boss, wasn’t like her daughter. She was kind, respectful, and actually treated me like a person. One day, she caught me reading in the library instead of cleaning.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to read for five minutes—” I stammered.
But Margaret just smiled. “Don’t worry. Do you like books?”
That was the start of our secret friendship. We played chess, discussed novels, and walked in the garden. She was brilliant—a self-made woman who built her fortune from nothing. And she hated how spoiled her daughter was.
One evening, she handed me a small box. Inside was a stunning diamond ring.
“It’s yours,” she said.
“I can’t accept this!” I gasped.
“It’s not just a ring,” Margaret explained. *”It’s a family heirloom. And in my will, the person who wears this ring inherits *everything.”
The Final Showdown
Back in the present, Tris was losing her mind.
*”MOM, HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?! SHE’S *NOBODY!” she screamed.
Margaret stepped forward, her voice icy. *”She’s more of a *somebody* than you’ll ever be. You’re a spoiled, ungrateful brat.”*
Tris turned red with rage. “I’LL SUE HER! I’LL RUIN HER!”
“Try it,” I said calmly. *”But remember—this is *my* house now. And if you don’t behave, I will kick you out.”*
Margaret squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for the day you’d finally stand up to her. Well done.”
Tris stormed off, screaming threats. But it didn’t matter.
Because for the first time in my life… I was the one in control.
And Tris? She finally learned what it felt like to be at the bottom.
