I was ensconced in the lavish guest room of Morgan's Mansion, an expanse of luxury that left me awestruck. The room boasted towering ceilings adorned with intricate crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, inviting radiance over the plush furnishings. Ornate paintings adorned the walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows framed by heavy velvet drapes provided breathtaking views of the manicured gardens outside.
Metaso, one of their housekeepers, a woman in her late twenties with an Asian accent, came to my aid with the clothes dryer and its operation. Her instructions proved challenging to grasp, partly due to my limited understanding of such matters and partly because of her accent. Despite my befuddlement, I managed to summon a polite smile, masking my inner turmoil, mainly driven by the biting
