I rolled up my sleeves and was about to do it myself

"Hello, is not Donald home?" Suddenly a woman's voice rang out.

Turning around, I noticed that he was about twenty-six years old, had short hair, wore a fashionable European style, and her smile was particularly infectious

Is she someone Donald knows? How else could she address him so intimately?

"I think you are the only maid at home. Donald's stock has been plummeting lately. Why can not you hire a maid?"

I glanced down at my clothes. It's easy for people who don't know me to misunderstand my identity.

"Do you know when Donald will be back?" The...