Early the next morning.
As Calista was washing up, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted her movements. A familiar voice followed—it was Adam.
"Calista, Mrs. Reeves wants you to get ready immediately. You're going with her to the golf course as her caddie."
Water trickled down her face, sliding along her cheek to her collarbone. Calista grabbed a towel, wiped her face, and looked at herself in the mirror. "A caddie?"
More like a servant.
Molina sure had a knack for finding new ways to make her life miserable.
Still, Calista didn't refuse. She needed that billion dollars, and besides, she had yet to unlock the USB drive she'd found in Ellet's bedroom.
She couldn't abandon this identity just yet.
Dressed in an unremarkable sports outfit, Calista followed Molina out the door.
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