a said, panting as she ran back to the wardrobe, flinging ope

to live in the small house behind the mansion, which was meant for the staff. At first, George did not want to accept, as he had always been a somewhat proud man

orge insisted he would be available to his boss whenever needed. George felt he owed this m

a's first contact with the Campbell family, but she nev

n towards the outside of her house, reaching the massive back of the mans

ered, stopping in front of the box mounted o

her and pulled out the key to one of the motorcycles, not even bothering to

it, turning the key in the ignition just as the butle

s engine, and since Mr. Anthony wasn't home, he ran t

art the bike and peel out of the garage, barely avoiding cr

gs seemed to escape along with the motorcycle's speed. She couldn't think of anything but saving her father; the conseque

ke, but her father's as well. George had always cared for her with so much love and affection; since he

eople shouting at her along the way, honking and complaining, but she didn't have time

ed up the company car, leaving the armored model in the parking lot. The moment she stopped the bike, she s

und garage. Now, he just needed to pick up the regular car that stayed there overnight to start his day's work

ran towards her father's car, stopping between him an

eorge asked, confused. "Wait... I

the car. "I... I had a terrible nightmare about you! My intuition tells me there's something wrong with the car, please

n her thoughts, feeling her whole body ch

ghter so shaken and nervous, he sighed, placing the packages on