This wasn't the life path you had intended for yourself, but what with being in your third and final year of university, you had gotten bored of working in restaurants.

It was 7am by the time you arrived to the manor - lucky that you only had lectures 2 out of the 7 days in the week - and you were swift as you slipped quietly through the back door and into one of the backrooms where you and your colleagues stored your things.

You weren't long into your 12 hour shift when an incident occurred, as it usually did.

As you dusted one of the many decorative vases in the hall, you barely even noticed as Genghis - one of the Baroness' beloved Dalmatians - whizzed between you and the vase stand, sending the china to tumble to the floor, smashing as soon as it hit the marble.

You had stood, shocked for a split second too long. You had been spotted.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Came a harsh, venomous voice, one you knew all to well. The Baroness was seething, "Well, girl, care to explain while you still have a job?"