As I left Raphael's room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over my shoulder, but he was already busy with his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen.
I made my way back to the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts. What was Raphael's game? Was he really just trying to get to know me better, or was there something more sinister at play?
As I entered the kitchen, I found Betty busy preparing dinner. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hey, how was your meeting with Sir?"
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It was fine," I said finally. "He just wanted to teach me how to use the walkie-talkie."
Betty's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "And? Did you learn anything new?"
I shook my head. "Not really. Just the basics."
Betty nodded, seeming to accept my explanation. But as I turned to leave, I caught her watching me with a thoughtful expression.
I wondered if she suspected something, if she knew more about Raphael's plans than she was letting on. Bu
