I laid in bed tired, not that we did anything, I was tired of the whole contract. I have so many opportunities to end this but I do not know where the documents were. I have asked myself over and over again why a document would matter. Who initiated this contract does not only want Marvin dead but wants something more.
Marvin came in with a cup of coffee. “You slept like you deserve a thousand nights of rest, my dear,” he said.
“Hmm. You could say that again,” I replied.
“Looking at you again, you look too beautiful and well-kept to be a cleaner,” Marvin told me climbing on the rare side of the bed holding my legs.
“Would it be out of place for a cleaner to look clean and beautiful? That’s my job!” I exclaimed.
“Tell me about yourself,” he asked.
I knew he was going to ask this, doi
