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- eh - I was just cleaning the room.“ Her cheeks grew bright red. Why does she even bother with lying to me. She is a terrible liar. „I hope you never play poker.“ My tone is dry while I step further into the room and close the door behind me. „Excuse me?“ She seems startled. „Your facial expression is giving you away. So tell. What did you really do here? Are you working for my competition? Are you spying on me? Then you’re wasting your time. All my stuff from work remains in the office. I never take something home.“ Which is a lie, but how will she tell? Unlike her I am a pro in telling people shit. „What? No!“ She sounds panicked and something tells me that she’s telling the truth now. It’s something in her face. Maybe the bright eyes whose gaze never leaves mine. „I would never do that!“ „Mhm. And what DID you do then?“ „I“ she starts. Then concern shows in her face. She takes a deep breath „ I really was cleaning this room. But then I saw this document at the desk. With the heritage from your grandmother-“ She stops. Unsure if she should carry on. Her expression is like an open book to me. Well, for everyone I guess. It’s sweet actually and sure I would appreciate it - it’s something else from the women I used to meet - if I didn’t just catch her snooping in my documents. „And.“ I want to hear the end of her story. I tend to be harsh. But I’m also fair. At least I try to be. So I won’t judge her until she’s finished. „Aaand.“ She swallows. Then everything comes out in a rush. „And I saw the part where you have to be married to get the heritage otherwise your father inherits it. What I think you don’t want since you told the guy on the phone that you are getting married. But you don’t have a fiancé yet. At least I don’t think that one of the women you meet is more than a one night thing.“ I narrow my eyes. Study her. She’s smart. „Why do you think that?“ „Mr. Hewitt. With all my respect. But I have been cleaning here for five days now. There’s no more proof of a woman in this house than the used condoms in the bin.“ Her cheeks are getting bright red and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. „Yooou control my trash?“ Well, talking about creepy. „No! Gosh, no! That would be gross as hell!“ She seems as terrified at this thought as I do. „No. But when you change the bin bag you can just see it.“ „And the condoms can’t be from the same woman every time?“ I’m still a little freaked out that the cleaning staff sees the used condoms in my bathroom bin. It makes sense I think. I never gave it a thought. But now that I do it really feels weird. These people know how often I have s