Elvie
Aira stepped quietly into my room, her presence barely noticeable as she approached. I had been pacing, my mind racing about everything: Tom, Alyssa, Jake—especially Jake. The moment I saw Aira, I straightened up, eager to hear what I had been waiting for all day.
“What happened with what I asked you to do?” I asked quickly, not wasting any time.
Aira, always so respectful, bowed slightly before speaking. “I tried to follow Miss Alyssa, but I couldn’t keep up with her the whole time. I saw her meet a man, and they went inside a private place, something like a restaurant. But I wasn’t sure who the man was, Miss Elvie.”
I frowned, disappointed with the vague answer. That wasn’t enough. “You couldn’t follow her properly?” I muttered, a hint of annoyance in my voice.
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