Jinho walked back into his room, his expression cold and distant. "So, you're the new maid," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "My mother told me about the arrangement. You're to serve me and only me."
Bobae nodded, trying to hide her nervousness. "Yes, sir. I'll do my best to serve you."
Jinho's gaze swept over her, his eyes lingering on her face before he looked away. "There are rules," he said, his tone firm. "You'll clean my room every day, make sure my clothes are ironed, and do whatever I tell you without question. Failure to comply will result in punishment."
Bobae swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "Yes, sir. I'll remember."
Jinho's smirk grew wider. "Good. We're also in the same school. My mother has taken care of everything you'll need, so you won't have to worry about anything. But remember, you're not to tell anyone you're living in my house. If you do, I'll make sure you regret it."
He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "You're just a maid, Bobae. Nobody cares if you're dead or alive. Not even your parents would dare question me."
Bobae felt a chill run down her spine as Jinho's words hung in the air. She nodded, trying to keep her fear hidden. "I understand, sir."
Jinho's smirk grew wider, and he turned to leave. "Good. I'll expect you to be ready for school tomorrow. Don't be late."
As he walked out of the room, Bobae let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She felt a sense of unease wash over her, wondering what lay ahead in her new life as Jinho's maid.