Chapter 9 Goodluck Housekeeper, Dont Burn Anything Down

• Valerie stormed into the tiny, dusty room of the boys’ quarters, slammed the door shut behind her, and let out a muffled scream. She leaned against the door, her hands gripping her head as she tried to process the absurdity of the past hour. Her entire life felt like it had spun off its axis, and the image of her hauling those absurdly heavy designer bags up the stairs flashed in her mind, making her grit her teeth in frustration.
• Without a second thought, she grabbed her phone and dialled Layla. “Layla, I can’t do this!” she hissed, her voice barely containing her panic. “I just… I can’t. I’m done. I can’t believe this nightmare.”
• “Calm down, Val,” Layla said, her voice soft but with a hint of amusement. “What happened now?”