Jeanette, dressed in the classic maid's outfit with a crisp white apron, had finished the final part of her cleaning. She looked around the room: the floors gleamed, the furniture sparkled, and the air was filled with a faint scent of freshness. However, the door opened, and her master entered the room. Without acknowledging her words, he sat down on the soft sofa. Jeanette, with a hint of uncertainty, reminded him that her time was up. But her master looked up, his expression serious, and stated that she hadn’t finished yet—he needed a "special" kind of cleaning. He frowned slightly and ad...

Jeanette, dressed in the classic maid's outfit with a crisp white apron, had finished the final part of her cleaning. She looked around the room: the floors gleamed, the furniture sparkled, and the air was filled with a faint scent of freshness. However, the door opened, and her master entered the room. Without acknowledging her words, he sat down on the soft sofa. Jeanette, with a hint of uncertainty, reminded him that her time was up. But her master looked up, his expression serious, and stated that she hadn’t finished yet—he needed a "special" kind of cleaning. He frowned slightly and added that now she would have to "deal with him." A shadow of surprise flashed across Janet’s face, but she composed herself and nodded. She pulled the vacuum cleaner from the corner, almost as if accepting a challenge, and walked over to the sofa. The soft hum of the machine filled the room, and her hands began to move as if they were trying to erase not only the dust but also the tension that lingered in the air. Her work had taken on a new, strange meaning. With each motion, Jeanette became more aware that, in this situation, cleanliness was far from being the main objective.