Chapter Eighteen

NATASHA

“Ah, come on,” I told her, closing the door behind me. “I had expected worse.”

The room wasn't too small, but it wasn't exactly a bug either. There were two students sized beds on either side of the room. A closet adjoined the rooms, containing four maid uniforms. There was a window, but it was so high up, it would seem impossible to climb through.

“They really do not want their maids spilling secrets about them,” Olivia said, eyeing the window.

“True,” I responded, making my way to a bed and flopped on it. The mattress was surprisingly soft, and my eyes closed tiredly. “Think I could manage a nap?”

“I'm pretty sure he said something about the head maid coming,” Olivia replied, and I groaned.

I needed to sleep. Hell, even if it was just for an hour. I felt so damned tired. Flashes of the events of the past twenty-four hours ran through my mind. The meeting with Luigi lasted almost all night. We needed to iron a lot of things out.

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