My bedroom was twice as big as my whole apartment. Three maids hurried into my room a while ago, and the three of them were in a panic, wanting to bathe me, change my clothes and feed me. Either they see me as an incapacitated person who could not take care of myself or a toddler. It took me time to convince them that I was okay and take responsibility for myself.
I walked to the bedroom balcony, overlooking an infinite-style swimming pool. I knew Apollo Zu-en was rich because Paul, Jeremy’s cousin, kept talking about him after meeting him in San Rafael, but I had no idea he was filthy rich. I even checked on him on the website, and I kept saying ‘wow,’ and my eyes were round as I read the figures of his assets.
It made me wonder, hoping to ask him questions when I see him tonight. Ho
