Frozen in place, Anna felt shock grip her entire body. Her heart pounded as she slowly lifted her head and saw Vincenzo standing in the doorway, his face cold and unreadable.
“I said, what are you doing here?” Vincenzo asked again, his tone cold.
“Um—I—I came…” Anna stuttered, struggling to find the right words.
“Speak up!” Vincenzo growled.
“I—I came to clean,” Anna said, her voice trembling.
“Clean?” Vincenzo asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I noticed your office was a bit dirty and dusty the last time I came, so I thought I should clean it,” Anna explained quickly.
Vincenzo stared at her for a moment. Anna immediately pulled a small rag from her apron pocket and began wiping the surface of his desk, brushing off the dust, trying to make it look like she was genuinely cleaning.
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