With one last glance at Marco, who seemed absorbed in his paper, Delilah left the house, feeling light and exhilarated.
She strode briskly down the street toward the café, the thrill of her secret job and the excitement of a new client adding a spring to her step.
The notification from Shh, I Tame Real Men had informed her that the client was expected at the café in about a minute.
She glanced at her watch.
"Better not be late," she thought, quickening her pace.
As she reached the café, she was pleased to see the space was spotless.
The tables gleamed, the counters were polished, and the morning sunlight filtered in through the clean windows.
Helen had clearly done her job well.
Delilah pushed open the door, her face lighting up in a broad smile as she greeted Helen. "Morning
