I walked into his house and stared around in amazement. It was a beautiful home, and it was in a nice area. The house was decorated with many paintings of the city and different landscapes. Everything seemed to be extremely expensive and delicate. I reminded myself that I wouldn't touch anything while I was here. The housekeeper was nice enough to let me in. She was a small elderly woman with short grey hair. She told me that her name was Ms. Carla. She was currently walking me to his study that was located on the second floor. I tried my best to keep up with her, but it was difficult. All the fancy vases and décor were distracting me. She came to a stop in front of a black wooden door. She knocked gently and I heard his voice on the other side tell her to come in. She smiled at me before walking away, leaving me standing there alone. I took a deep breath and walked into the room quickly.
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Guilty Pleasure
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