It’s not written in the contract that I should greet you

Glimmering rays of sunlight filtered through the intricately designed curtains, their golden threads catching the light and casting a warm glow throughout the room. The furnishings, fit for a queen, gleamed in the soft light, each piece carefully selected to create an atmosphere of opulence and elegance. It was as if the sun itself had descended into the room, bringing with it a sense of grandeur and luxury that could only be found in the most regal of settings.

When Dora Jackson finally managed to open her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, who was still asleep next to her. She spent some time looking at the man, her brow furrowed as she did so. The man had been cagey regarding the details of Cathleen's marital situation. She had tried several times to get the man to reveal the identity of the other man. But to this day, her husband has continued to avoid answering the question. Dora scratched herself on the back of her head and racked her brain for a more effective s