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THE DARK TOUR

It was just breakfast, but they made it seem like I was dining with Queen Elizabeth, in heaven maybe. As Maria escorted me from my bedroom, I saw a line up of guards, all like skyscrapers, tall and intimidating.

They wore black which reflects their boss's inner soul—the dark lord.

The passage looked like a very modern cave, in a rich Italian theme. I suddenly felt underdressed for breakfast.

At the cellar door, breakfast was a combination of whatever monstrosity Antonio felt like we needed. We got a balanced diet, only because Antonio thinks we need to look pretty and be in shape in order to attract our clients. But breakfast was rushed between hair and makeup sessions.

Walking into the grandeur of the dining room sunlight streamed through the rich silk curtains. The air was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries. I've always loved Italian pastries and croissants—something Antonio called "a kitchen delight" because we only have pastries when a job
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