Lorenzo's POV
"And what are you doing over there? Let me rephrase that. What are you doing in my bedroom?" I questioned.
She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I...I was just doing my chores sir." She replied in a fearful tone her eyes trained on the gun in my hand.
"I don't recall asking you to clean my bedroom today."
My furious gaze was directed at Marisa the maid. She was laying on the bathroom floor in an undignified manner with soap suds surrounding her, She was drenched from head to toe completely.
My guess was she must have slipped and fell knocking over the bucket of soapy water she must have been using to clean the bathtub.
Fucking idiot.
It seemed like she was everywhere I go these days, I couldn't even pick out her face in a crowd before but now... she's everywhere hovering around me, invading my private space. and it was annoying as hell.
Maybe one day she might also invade my dreams as well. Then I'll end her myself.