“Very well, Emile. And I suppose you’d like me to believe that you’re used to a life of servitude with not a single callus on your hands?” My heart stuttered with panic. I opened my mouth, then closed it as anything intelligible fell directly out of my mind to gather at my feet. Valancourt was observant. I wasn’t used to people giving a servant a second glance. “Whatever the reason for the subterfuge, it’s none of my business,” Valancourt assured me, no doubt noting the distress on my face. “I was curious, is all. But I won’t press you.” “Thank you.” I bowed my head as the tension melted in my
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The gig has been gagged— idek but this IDIOT has been found out and we haven't even finished chapter one🤦
