Ryan
It's been two months since Larissa started working at my house. My clothes are always impeccable. The house always smells nice, you know, that clean smell. Only the coffee is still bad; I'm still trying to get used to the coffee she makes, but it's horrible. At 8:30, I went downstairs to have breakfast. I sat at the table; today she made cake. I eat a slice of cake and take a sip of coffee that is unbelievably delicious. I complimented her coffee, and I saw in her eyes that she was happy, her little eyes sparkled.
I finished my coffee, started going up the stairs, decided to go back and see her jumping for joy in the kitchen. I start to laugh and go to my room, change clothes, and head to the police station. We're in the middle of a drug trafficking investigation.
I decided to go b
