Esguerra’s face is rigid with fury as I present the drone footage. The videos are low resolution and obscured by trees in a few places, but there’s no mistaking Rosa’s curvy figure in her maid’s outfit as she approaches my house. Rosa sits quietly, trembling from head to toe while Esguerra watches the videos on his computer. It’s not until he turns toward her that she begins crying.
“Why?” His voice is like ice as he rises to his feet. “What did you hope to gain by this? You know what we do to traitors.”
Rosa shakes her head, crying harder as Esguerra approaches her, and despite my own anger, I feel a flicker of pity for the girl. In the next second, however, I remember what almost happened to Yulia because of Rosa, and my pity disappears without a trace.
Whatever my boss chooses to do
