Before long, Bruce appeared at the door, dressed in a sharp suit.He knocked, and Jessie, face alight with anticipation, opened the door.Her expression immediately faltered when she saw him."Bruce? Where's Alexander?"Bruce's eyes lingered on her, clearly admiring her appearance."Jessie, Mr. Vander said he'd be a little late. Worried you might get anxious, he asked me to bring you the coffee you like."He handed her the cup. Without hesitation, she took a sip."Exactly what I like. Alexander really knows my taste. Well, I'll wait for him here, then."She settled onto the bed, giving Bruce a subtle signal that he could leave.But Bruce didn't move. The moment Jessie tried to stand, she stumbled and collapsed onto the bed.Bruce stepped inside with a lecherous grin, locked the door, and began to assault her.I closed my laptop and reminded myself: this had nothing to do with me. Jessie had brought this on herself.A month later, my father's former driver, Reese, returned,
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