Allied With My Rival and Made the Don Kneel
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His face hovered so close I could smell the nauseating mix of alcohol and another woman's perfume clinging to him. I closed my eyes, unable to look at him anymore.
I forced the word through clenched teeth. "Get out."
His body went visibly rigid. A fresh wave of fury consumed him, but ultimately, he did nothing.
He straightened up, smoothed his disheveled collar, and tossed out one final line. "You'd better behave yourself."
Then he stormed out without looking back.
On the fifth day of my confinement, I finally found my chance. During the gap between maid shifts, I used a hidden hairpin to pry loose a tile under the floorboards beneath my bed. A miniature satellite phone lay inside.
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