"Sir Lucas? Ang inyong napakaganda at tapat na personal maid ay narito na po," Anya said with a sweet, energetic voice.She stepped into the room holding a feather duster and a tray carrying hot coffee and fresh pastries. Normally, seeing her would put me at ease. But today, the weight on my shoulders was too heavy to mask.“Hey, Anya. Just leave the food on my side table,” I said, keeping my tone calm even though my mind was in a mess.She paused, reading the heavy, suffocating tension in the air. I caught her whispering under her breath as she moved with extra caution, careful not to anger me.She set the coffee down silently and retreated a step, opting to stand nearby with her feather duster. Even without looking directly at her, I could feel her eyes scanning my face. I took a deep breath, resting my chin on my hand as I tried to process the mess of emails in front of me.“Marami ka bang ginagawa?” Anya asked gently, her voice laced with concern as she tried to check my mood.“Ye
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