Duvalier.
This short trip is making it difficult for me to maintain control. Damn it, Victoria! Why do you have to make it so challenging for me to stay composed? When I agreed to this trip, I believed it would be a straightforward task, that I could easily manage my talkative little maid. But every move she makes, every word she utters, just exudes this unexpected allure.
There's something about her that's both sweet and enticing. Part of me wants to understand her better, even though my primal instincts are pushing me to eliminate her. As I was about to leave the dining room, Travis's call flashed on my screen.
"Are you calling to inform me you're on your way? There's a storm approaching. Stay where you are," I advised him.
"Whoa, sir. I didn't think you'd actually go through with it
