Chapter 8 Good Dinner

EVERY DAY someone brings in a laundry service and cleans the place.

"How many ladies have Argo and those you saw he brought here?" Mareng was my source of information.

The carpet in the living room was being vacuumed by her, and she looked across at me as she did so.

She said, "A lot of different girls," before staring at me and nodding.

Suddenly, I was sitting up straight and flashing my cleavage in her face. "Tell me, am I the most beautiful of all she brought here?" I asked.

As she looked down at my chest, she nodded at me.

"You're just the ugliest," she exclaimed.

"But don't worry, you're probably the easiest one to understand." Almost all of the women he brings here are well-educated and yet they are all strict and bossy!"

"What about Florisse?"

She paused in her work and glared at me "Not yet, he hasn't brought her in. With that fiancee, you're the lucky one."

"Why?" What's the matter?"

It's obvious that she's jealous of the girls that work at Argo." Despite her frantic dash to A