Yvvone was busy cleaning a toilet in the house where she worked. Since moving to America years ago, Yvvone had scraped and scratched just to get by. Being an illegal immigrant from Poland, Yvvone usually worked under the table at whatever job she had been fortunate enough to land. Her current job, she'd gotten by chance. She worked as a waitress in the evenings at a seedy dive bar. One night, in walks this woman who clearly doesn't belong in that type of place. One thing led to another, and soon, she and Yvvone were in a hotel tearing into each other. As it would later turn out, that woman was the wife of Senator Bridges, and then offered Yvvone a job as a maid in her home. Needless to say, the Senator's wife liked having the help she now did.<br/><br/>Yvvone hadn't working for people. She had been a second class citizen her whole life. What's more, people often treated her differently because of her accent (even though she had mastered perfect english, as well as Spanish thanks to the places she'd lived and worked) and because she was not a citizen. Her life hung in the balances of people's hands most days, and boy did they like to lord it over her.<br/><br/>As she moved on from the toilet, Yvvone quietly thought to herself how good it would be to just steal these people's money from under them and leave town. but that would raise suspicions, and she had no real desire to screw up the halfway decent life she'd finally managed to cobble together.<br/><br/>"I wonder what a vacation is like." she said aloud in her accent as she moved on to vacuuming the floors.