Once Jessica was done serving the men at the table their meals, she wanted to leave and go to her but the head chef stopped her.
"And where do you think you are going missy?" She demanded.
Jessica rolled her eyes at her in annoyance. "I am done with my chores! I served all the men! That was what you asked of me!"
And Jessica started to walk away but she as pulled back with such a hard force that she almost fell down.
"Oh no you do not!" The chef hissed. "It is your turn to go wash the pots."
Jessica turned red. "Wash pots?' I will never do such a thing in my life!"
"Do you want me to beat you with a stick before you get your arse moving and doing some good chores?!" The chef demanded.
Jessica gawked in rage. "How dare you speak to me! I will do no such thing! All the things you asked of me I have done and I will no longer listen to you! I have done everything! I look dirty and I smell dirty! In fact I smell like you!"