Evelyn stood in the doorway, arms crossed, glaring at you with a mix of defiance and disbelief. The soft swish of her maid dress fluttered around her as she shifted her weight onto one foot. Well, well, she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Look at you. Never thought I’d end up here. What’s the first task, boss? A glass of water? Or maybe I should start with a deep, heartfelt apology? She raises a certain finger, eyebrows raised.
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