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“Oh, why, of course. The most important of all the rules is absolutely never, ever speak or make a single sound on the Ossis floor. Do not speak to them, engage, or shift your facial expression.”
“Speak to… them? Who?” I could feel my forehead crinkle as I looked at Misha 2.0 sitting in front of me.
“Oh… the caged girls.” She tilted her head at me in confusion. “I figured Bradley had already taken you there since you’re going to be their main caretaker.” She clicked her tongue and stood.
“I’m not a caretaker; I’m a housekeeper. I really can’t even take care of myself, so I highly doubt I could take care of some dogs in cages.”
The Misha imposter erupted into shrill laughter, slapping her hands over her mouth immediately. “Oh my, my, my… Demi.” She continued snorting and laughing into her hands as tears dripped from her eyes.
“Dogs… dogs in cages. The caged girls aren’t…” She began laughing again and shook her head. “Okay, I must get you to the Ossis floor to begin cleaning, but it was a pleasure meeting you, Demi. Time to go!”
Misha stood and gripped my head between her hands, pressing a kiss onto the top of my head. “I love your black hair…” she said sorrowfully before tugging me up and pointing to my cart. “Let’s go!” She rushed off rapidly, and I clutched the cart and followed behind her.
I would act as normal as possible; I’d clean today and then tonight, I’d pack my bags and escape. I wasn’t going to stay here. Who cares about some ridiculous contract? They don’t own me; I’m not their property. Who does Dr. Ivory think he is?
Nodding, I turned the cart around a corner as Misha glided down the narrow, dimly lit hallway.
“Yea, fuck the patriarchy.” I smiled to myself, thinking about how I was about to give that man the middle finger and sneak out with my dignity intact. These psychos were trying to convince me I was a murderer. They wanted to force me to eat a certain way, dress a certain way…
Nope, I’d find another job. Maybe some shady motel would hire me and could pay me under the table. I didn’t have a bank account—I couldn’t risk my name being on legal documents—but I’d find something.
This was all too much.
“Here we are.” The woman who claimed to be Misha paused and took out a golden card. “This is your badge to get in and out of the Ossis wing. Mop all the floors and dust the wall in Dr. Ivory’s office. You’ll know which one. Bradley will pick you up in approximately an hour to take you to the next part.” She slid it over to me and moved out of the way to allow for me to use it.
Tapping the strip against the small keypad-style lock, I waited a moment and then magically, the door began to quietly open on its own.
Walking slowly, I pushed my cart through the door. There were shut doors on both sides, and I had no idea where I was supposed to begin. There wasn’t even a door handle. Standing in front of the first door, I raised my hand just about to knock, but instead it opened immediately on its own.
Stumbling back a bit, I waited until it was completely opened before peering in. It was a stunning office. “Hello?” I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space.
Loosening my shoulders, I glanced up at the ceiling and noticed a small device that moved.
A camera. They’re watching me…
Grabbing the mop, I dipped it into the bucket and quickly began to mop the already-spotless floors.
Making my way farther into the room, I stopped in front of the massive wall behind his desk. The textured wall in shades of cream and white was stunning, and I’d never seen anything like it. When I asked Bradley about it, he brushed me off. That must be the wall that the woman claiming to be Misha had told me to make sure to dust. There were three desktop monitors on the waterfall-style, smooth marble desk. An oversized cognac brown leather chair sat behind it, with two bookshelves on opposing sides of the textured wall. The strangest thing in the space that stood out like a sore thumb was the popcorn machine in the corner beside a large window that was covered by curtains.
Putting the mop back into the bucket, I walked around to the bookshelves, fully expecting them to contain the same style of medical textbooks the other ones had from yesterday.
But instead, my lips parted as I stared at them. Peeling one out, my eyes widened. They weren’t medical textbooks, they weren’t thriller novels… they were romance novels. The kind that have a handsome man on the front cover. Flipping it open, there were so many lines highlighted.
I looked around once more. Was this Mrs. Ivory’s office? No, it couldn’t be. Dr. Ivory’s medical degrees and awards were displayed on one of the walls.
Pulling the chair out, I sank into it and placed the book on the desk. “With my hands tied up, he ran his tongue down my neck, shoving it into my mouth as he parted my legs and pushed inside me, roughly.”
Closing the book, I felt uncomfortable. Dr. Ivory read smut? Why did he highlight passages?
“What the hell are you doing?” My heart jumped as Bradley stormed in.
“My God, you are an idiot.” It was like a flash how fast he was moving around, before he yanked me out of the chair and grabbed the book from my hands.
“What is wrong with you?” he hissed at me, splatters of his spit touching my skin.
“Wrong with me? You lied to me! You implied I killed that girl. But boom, some random Misha replacement arrives and acts like nothing happened. What is this? Some sick game? I’m done; I’m leaving tonight.” Resentment, fear, and anxiety were building inside me as my hands trembled.
Bradley pushed the book back into its place before grabbing my arm and bringing me to the far-right corner of Dr. Ivory’s office.
