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WHY HER: THE SHADOW OF THE PAST

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All the mishaps just began during the summer break for me, a girl from a family of five, since my parents have two older twin brothers named Milo and Miles who has my whole life mapped out for me. My parents are wealthy, overbearing, and strict who are always monitoring my activities, though I am not the only one in the family. One night before the start of the summer vacation, I asked my parents about my goal of taking up the job as an hacker in Pakistan during the summer vacation, and this led to an argument with my parents that ended with them grounding me for the entire summer vacation. I decided to sneak out that evening to Delilah's where the conversation turned to the return of the Mafia kings and the high rate of kidnapping and yes (Delilah is two years older than I am, and I, actually, am also a sophomore at University of Milan studying Criminology and also Milos' former girlfriend). I explained to her what happened and asked whether she has a job to offer, and then she suggested something about working as a maid to get information about Lucas "The Mafia Lord" regarding the cases of kidnapping and missing girls in her school. Although it sounded like a crazy idea, I offered my service-at least anything to get me away from home. Lilah made up a lie to my parents that I was going to spend the summer at her place, while they were going to spend their summer at Kuwait, as well as expand our mining business. A week later, I set out for Placid Mansion, where hundreds of girls line up to get this job, and a few were picked by his secretary-which I was among the lucky few. Well, I wouldn't say that if I knew the mess I was getting myself into.
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