Hazel ascended to the second floor, her expression neutral, betraying no hint of the pivotal mission she carried on her shoulders. Despite her seemingly nonchalant demeanor, the weight of her duty pressed on her, urging her to navigate the intricate web of information and secrets that surrounded Francisco.
As she strolled down the hallway, she approached Francisco's room, a calculated move that acknowledged the likelihood of being monitored. Hazel, aware of the surveillance apparatus that enveloped Francisco's world, maintained an air of casual observance.
Her footsteps echoed faintly in the corridor as she proceeded to her own room. Hazel, mindful of her surroundings, moved with deliberate precision. A minute passed, and she emerged from her room, a calculated maneuver intended to convey a sense of normalcy.
However, the path to Francisco's room proved inaccessible. The door remained locked, a testament to the fortress of privacy he maintained. Without Francisco's presence or the elusive code, Hazel couldn't breach the confines of his personal space.
Undeterred, Hazel descended the staircase, her thoughts a whirlwind of strategies and observations.
‘He asked me to cook for him.’
Hazel mused internally, her focus on fulfilling the immediate task at hand.
‘First, I need to do what he wants, and then I will slowly do what I need to want.’
Hazel resolved, her thoughts as a testament to her strategic approach.
As she stood before the kitchen, observing the maids diligently at work, one of them, operating with a robotic efficiency, stepped forward.
Maid
Do you need anything, Ms.?
The maid inquired, her tone devoid of emotion.
Hazel, with a slight smile, responded,
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