Chapter 109 Unfair Terms
She flipped through a thick stack of contracts, each one more unfair than the last.
She had to move out of Hughes Manor and become his live-in nanny. Grocery shopping, cooking, mopping, all the household chores were on her.
She was on call 24/7, except during her period. And yeah, she had to sleep with him whenever he wanted, no limits.
Oh, and she also had to work as a janitor at Hughes Group, cleaning and maintaining two buildings.
Her monthly salary? A whopping one dollar.
No rest, no leave.
After the divorce, she had to disappear, live alone forever, and never remarry.
During the agreement, no cheating or getting close to other men. But he could do whatever he wanted.
Once signed, she couldn't back out, and Raymond had the final say on everything.
Basically, she could only leave when he got tired of her and the divorce was done.
Margaret stared at the terms, gripping the pen tightly.
"Are you gonna sign or not? I don't have all day," Raymond's impatient voice cut through her thoughts.
Margaret pressed her lips together. She was already a terminal cancer patient, destined to die soon. It didn't matter. As long as Marlon and the Hughes family were okay, she could endure it.
She signed her name and handed the contract back to Raymond.
Remembering she had to clean two buildings, she turned to leave, but Raymond stopped her. "Make me a cup of coffee."
Margaret hesitated but didn't argue. She grabbed his coffee cup, went to the break room, and brought it back.
He glanced at the documents on the table. "Take the meeting materials to the conference room and put a copy on each seat."
"Raymond."
He frowned. "During work hours, call me Mr. Howard."
"Yes, Mr. Howard. Can Alvin do these tasks? I might not finish cleaning the buildings." Margaret bit her lip, finally voicing her concern.
"Did you forget the contract terms already?" Raymond sneered.
The contract said she couldn't argue or make him unhappy. She had to follow his orders, or he'd terminate the agreement.
Margaret picked up the heavy stack of documents, her wrists aching.
But she endured it, carrying them out. Raymond watched her thin figure, lost in thought.
Margaret reached the conference room door and collided with someone because the documents were too high to see over.
With a crash, the documents fell to the floor.
"Are you blind?"
Lola Turner's sharp voice pierced Margaret's ears.
In the past, no one dared to talk to her like that; they all flattered her.
Margaret quickly apologized in a low voice. But Lola's stiletto heel stepped on her hand.
The sharp pain shot through her.
She gasped, trying to pull her hand away, but couldn't.
"Is an apology enough?" Lola glared at her.
Margaret looked up and saw Lola's great figure, dressed sexily, with heavy makeup, clearly someone important.
"Mrs. Howard, are you okay?" A concerned voice suddenly broke through the tension.
Lola flinched at Alvin's voice, quickly squatted down, moved her heel, and turned to see Raymond and Alvin heading toward the conference room.
"Mr. Howard, she accidentally bumped into me while carrying the documents. I was just comforting her." Lola, the secretary, smiled guiltily, then pretended to help Margaret pick up the documents, whispering a threat only the two of them could hear, "I'm Raymond's close aide. If you dare to complain, you'll regret it."
Margaret paused while picking up the documents. So, she was Raymond's close aide. No wonder she was so arrogant.
She had no right to complain. Raymond must have instructed Lola's behavior.
Raymond stood not far from Margaret, looking down as Alvin ran over to help her pick up the documents. He told Lola to get back to work.
Alvin wanted to help Margaret carry the meeting materials. "Let me do it. These are heavy."
"You can't even carry some documents, Margaret. You're really useless!" Raymond sneered.
Margaret's faint smile froze, and she refused Alvin's kind offer, carrying the documents to the conference room herself. After distributing them, she was about to leave.
"Go clean the two office buildings. Don't leave until they're spotless!" His cold command hit her like a hammer.
She agreed.
The head of the logistics department processed her employment paperwork and threw her a dirty janitor's uniform.
Margaret smelled it; it reeked of sweat.
"Is there a new uniform?" Margaret was obsessed with cleanliness and had never worn such dirty clothes.
The logistics head put her hands on her hips, glaring at her. "You're just a janitor. Who do you think you are? Put it on and start cleaning. Mr. Howard said you can't eat until it's spotless!"
Margaret changed into the sweat-stained, blood-stained uniform in the utility room, then grabbed a bucket and broom and started cleaning from the first floor.
By noon, she had only cleaned two floors and was already exhausted, unable to speak.
There were 200 floors in total.
Margaret was hungry and thirsty. But she couldn't eat until she finished cleaning, so she drank water to stave off hunger.
She leaned against the wall to rest.
Just then, Lola sneered, "Well, if it isn't the Hughes family's young lady. How surprising, you are working as a janitor in your own company."
Margaret looked up and saw Lola, who had stepped on her hand earlier, walking over with a provocative smile. "Sorry, I didn't know you were Mrs. Howard. I'm here to apologize."
As she spoke, Lola splashed a cup of water on Margaret's face.
Margaret's face was instantly drenched.
Lola sneered. "Sorry, Mrs. Howard. My hand slipped; I didn't mean it. I heard you're very kind and wouldn't hold it against me, right? You wouldn't complain to Mr. Howard, would you?"
Lola covered her mouth, saying "But everyone knows Mr. Howard hates you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made you kneel at the Hughes Group and humiliated you in front of reporters. If you complain, he might even reward me for doing a good job and give me a promotion and raise!"
Margaret wiped the water off her face expressionlessly, picked up the bucket of dirty water in front of her, and splashed it on Lola.
Lola's eyes widened, unable to react.
The filthy, foul-smelling water drenched her.
"Oh, sorry. My hand slipped too."
At the end of the hallway, Alvin saw this and took out his phone to report to Raymond. "Sir, Mrs. Howard is in trouble."
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