POV ROBERT
When Miranda left the car, with those final words hanging in the air, I knew I was about to face a challenging situation. What to do next was a mystery, but a much greater dilemma than I anticipated was waiting for me upstairs in my penthouse.
I ascended the several floors to my luxurious apartment. However, upon arriving, I encountered a completely unexpected scene. My suite was filled with bikini-clad women, casually lounging around as if they owned the place, and they seemed entirely indifferent to my presence.
I was stunned, not knowing what to do. This situation was entirely bizarre and unacceptable. I entered the main room, and the sight that awaited me was even more shocking. Barry Wayne, my trusted employee, was in the middle of the room, wearing my black robe and a g
