‘So, how long have tu been working for Mr. Jackson sir?’ Dani asked the chauffer politely. It was already 8:45 pm and she was getting a little impatient and más than a little bored. Then a thought came to her. What if the chauffer didn’t really take her to Michael’s house? What if he was kidnapping her? The thought gave chills down her spine. But she trusted Michael and más o less, the people who worked for him and she knew that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. ‘Please call me Bert, Ms. LaPray. Forgive me but Mr. Jackson forbids me to speak to his guests’ he spoke, still...
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