ELARA POVMy stomach lurches, and not just from the sickness this time. She talks about me like I’m a stress ball or a piece of gym equipment. And honestly, I don’t know how to counter this because that seems to be my purpose here, and I don’t even seem that important in the grand scheme of work. He could get anyone willing and ready to fuck.We reach the end of the hallway, and I stop before the heavy oak doors, eager to end this conversation.“This is Nero’s studio,” I say with a tight voice. “He doesn’t let people in there.”“Oh, he’ll let me in. I’m going to be his wife,” she says with a satisfied sigh, stepping closer to the door. “Wives get keys to everything, didn’t you know?”“You don’t tell me,” I mutter under my breath.She turns back to me, her expression shifting into something conspiratorial. She steps into my personal space, causing her perfume, overly floral and cloying to invade my nose.“Actually, since you’re being so helpful,” she lowers her voice, sounding deceitful
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