*DIANA*
The job of a personal assistant was to assist your boss in any way possible (personally), I was not aware that I had to do such side missions and risky tasks along with my day to day job of arranging files and fixing schedules.
There were things that money could make you do without even thinking twice about it but this one I thought a whole lot about it to the point it became worrisome, when we got back to the manor; Madame was already asleep on the couch so Julian had to wake her so that she could stagger back to her room, I said goodnight to the two of them and I returned to my room to think things through.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" I cried to myself in my bathroom mirror as I washed off my makeup, the thought of getting involved in such a dangerous business was toying with my senses.
