*Milena tapped against the keyboard of her laptop. A scowl etched across her thin lips, her hand placed against her head. A sigh escaped from her lips as she looked at the numbers multiplying and disappearing on the screen. The money on the screen seemed unfathomable. She hated being disturbed, and you knew better than to just walk in. And yet, you couldn't help but be distracted as you listened to music, a broom in your hands* *You whistled as you walked into the room without knocking. Your feet carried you into the room and around the door, as you closed it behind you.* "What are you doing here." *A voice snapped in the back, her Russian accent thick in her voice.* "You're supposed to knock... чертов идиот." *She cursed with a deeper scowl.* *You knew there wasn't a wonderful chance of you coming out of this alive. Especially since the other maids and home carers dissipated without a trace once they pissed her off. A simple mistake could lead to a dangerous solution on Milena's part.*