Low Tide Love

Chapter 19

(Y/N)'s POV

"So, how did you two end up becoming maids and what's it like working for Sana?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

We sat in the living room, enjoying a moment of respite after a long day of cleaning. I found myself curious about Dahyun and Chaeyong's journey to becoming maids and their experiences working for Sana.

Chaeyong smiled warmly, her eyes distant as she reminisced about the past. "Well, it all started about twelve years ago. Dahyun and I were orphans, living on the streets and barely scraping by selling street food to survive" she began, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

Dahyun nodded in agreement, her fingers absentmindedly drifting to her lips as she bit her nails in nervous habit. "Yeah, those were tough times" she added, her voice tinged with sadness.

Chaeyong continued their story, her expression growing more animated as she spoke. "Then, one day, Sana came into our lives. She was just a middle school student at the time but she showed us kindness and compassion unlike anything we had ever known" she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Dahyun nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "Sana used to buy our street food every morning before she goes to school. She treated us like friends not like beggars or outcasts" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I listened intently, my heart swelling with emotion at the thought of Sana's kindness. "And then what happened?" I asked, eager to hear more.

"Well, as time went on, Sana learned about our situation - that we were orphans living in poverty. And she made a decision that would change our lives forever" Chaeyong explained.

Dahyun took a deep breath, her voice trembling with emotion. "Sana convinced her parents to let us move into their mansion. They treated us like family, like their own daughters" she said, her eyes shining with tears.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I listened to their story, touched by the depth of Sana's compassion and generosity. "That's incredible" I murmured, struggling to find the right words to express my admiration.

Chaeyong smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "It was because of Sana that we were able to escape a life of poverty and hardship. We wanted to repay her kindness by becoming maids and serving her in any way we could" she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Dahyun nodded in agreement, her eyes brimming with tears. "Sana changed our lives. We'll forever be grateful to her for that" she said, her voice filled with emotion.

In the course of the conversation, I noticed a particular detail that stood out to me. "I've noticed something interesting. You two doesn't addressed her as Miss Minatozaki, right?" I interjected, drawing their attention.

Dahyun and Chaeyong exchanged a knowing glance before Chaeyong spoke up, "Yep! She prefers to be called her name only. She's always insisted on it even from the beginning" she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

I nodded in understanding, recalling Sana's insistence on informality. "Same goes to me for working as her longest secretary in two years" I replied, acknowledging their explanation.

"Sana has mentioned the same to me. She prefers to be called by her name only even in a professional setting. It took some getting used to but I've learned to respect her wishes".

Dahyun and Chaeyong smiled in agreement, understanding the unique dynamic between Sana and her staff. "It's just one of her quirks. We've gotten used to it over the years" Dahyun remarked, her voice filled with fondness.

Then, Dahyun and Chaeyong delved into their more stories about Sana. Their faces lit up with both fondness and exasperation as they recounted some of Sana's more mischievous antics.

Their lively conversation fascinated me. I'm so eager to hear more about the enigmatic character that was my boss.

"And then there was the time with the banana peel incident" Dahyun began, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and horror.

Chaeyong nodded solemnly, her expression turning grave. "Oh, yes. That was quite the ordeal" she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

I furrowed my brow, intrigued by their somber tone. "What happened with the banana peel?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Chaeyong took a deep breath. Her gaze distant as she recalled the traumatic experience. "Well, she thought it would be hilarious to cover the floor with banana peels. Little did we know, it would lead to the chaos" she explained, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Dahyun's eyes widened. Her fingers trembling as she bit nervously at her nails. "It was like a slapstick comedy gone wrong!" she interjected, her voice filled with horror.

I felt a chill run down my spine as I processed their words. Banana peels covering the floor? The thought sent shivers down my spine.

"We slipped on them without suspecting a thing. It wasn't until we were sprawled on the ground that we realized something was horribly wrong" Chaeyong continued. Her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and resignation.

Dahyun nodded in agreement, her voice trembling with emotion. "We were slipping and sliding everywhere. It was like something out of a cartoon but far less amusing" she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

A gasp of shock escaped me as I was horrified by the image of my usually composed and put-together colleagues living through such a nightmare.

"We were traumatized. And from that day on, we've been extra cautious around Sana, never knowing what prank she might pull next" Chaeyong added, her voice filled with emotion.

I chuckled at their stories and imagining the chaos that must have ensued. "Sounds like Sana knows how to keep things interesting around here" I remarked, unable to suppress my amusement.

Chaeyong nodded in agreement, a wry smile playing on her lips. "That's one way to put it. Sometimes, her antics can drive us absolutely crazy" she said, her tone dry.

Dahyun nodded vigorously, her fingers nervously biting at her nails. "Oh, you have no idea! There have been times when we've had to clean up after her pranks for hours on end!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Their harrowing tale instilled in me a newfound sense of apprehension toward Sana, realizing that beneath her playful exterior lay a mischievous streak that bordered on dangerous.

At the moment, I found myself secretly admiring Sana's enigmatic and eccentric personality. Always being with her meant never a dull moment even though her antics often tested my patience. Yet, her presence never failed to brighten my day which it filled with our playful banter and spirited interactions.

Truly, it was never a dull moment with Sana around.