Cleaning Girl
Cleaning girl By meeah soo 1. The key rattled in the lock. I sat there, petrified, staring at my door. Unbelievably, it started to slowly open and I tried to shout a warning but it was too late. The pretty young Hindu girl who cleaned our offices put her hand to her mouth and her dark eyes flashed with embarrassment and surprise. "Oh I'm so sorry," she giggled, "ooh, very sorry!" I tried to explain, to excuse myself, something. But what could I...