The Housekeeper Who Tried to Marry Me Off

I was buried in work at my desk when a shadow fell over me. Violet Lawrence, my new housekeeper, loomed uncomfortably close.

"Zoey, look at you," she clucked. "All day long, you're either glued to that phone or playing on the computer. Your room is a pigsty. If you have time to sit around, you should be cleaning."

My fingers froze over the keyboard. I turned to look at her, incredulous.

"Isn't that exactly what I hired you to do?" I asked, my voice cool. "If I have to clean my own room, why am I paying you?"