Carla
I saw this man and his people kill a man without batting an eye. I know he will kill me if I don't make myself useful right now. But how do I do that?
Why did I even come here for fresh air? My love for heights has finally led me into trouble. Besides, I should have left when I saw them arrive here, but my stupidity got the better of me. Here I am thinking I could hide till they finish and leave. Now, I'm in trouble.
How can you make yourself useful to him, Carla? Think. Think. Think. No need to brood. You already know he has a gun in his right hand. Any wrong answer and you're dead.
“I have a chef. I do not need a domestic staff. I have bodyguards and virtually all the people I need around me. Why do I need to make you tag along?”
His words are nothing but a death sentence to
