I barged into the room and froze, shock rooting me in place. On the bed was Mr. Lincoln, and straddling him was a blonde I had never seen before. His pants were pulled down, and he looked completely unresponsive. A million thoughts raced through my mind, each one circling the same conclusion—whatever was happening on that bed didn’t look consensual. But this was Mr. Lincoln’s house. Security was airtight. No one got in here without permission. “Come on, Papi. You don’t have to worry. Mia here is going to take care of you,” the girl on top of him said. No response. Mr. Lincoln lay still, like a log. She bent down to kiss him, and I coughed loudly. It caught her attention immediately. She turned, shooting me a glare sharp enough to cut. “What’s going on here?” I asked, completely unfazed—well, maybe a little annoyed at being dragged into whatever this was. She didn’t move an inch. “Are you the housekeeper? Get out of here. Go back to your duty post.” I stared at her, stunned. T
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