Veronica Lins scowled at her mansion's cleaner, a young woman who tried to act nonchalant but couldn't hide her nervousness. "Look at this," Veronica said, gesturing to the messy room. "You call this cleaning?"
The cleaner hung her head in shame, unable to meet Veronica's gaze. She had been hired to maintain the pristine elegance of Veronica's home, but today she had failed miserably. Veronica frowned and took a deep breath, releasing an audible fart that stank up the room.
The cleaner's eyes widened, and she gasped in disgust. "Senhorita!" she cried, holding her nose. "Is that..."
Veronica cut her off with a look of disdain. "Yes, it's my fart," she said coldly. "And you'll get used to it if you want to keep your job."
The cleaner swallowed hard, her stomach churning from the putrid scent. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into when she accepted this position. All she could do now was try to make things right.
"I'm sorry, Senhorita," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll clean everything properly this time."
Veronica smiled, satisfied with the cleaner's response. "I hope so," she said, walking away. "Because if you don't, the price of your incompetence will be a scent you won't forget anytime soon."
The cleaner watched as Veronica walked out of the room, her mind racing with worry. She knew she had to do better, or else she might not survive the wrath of her employer. With renewed determination, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work, the stench of Veronica's fart still lingering in the air.
