Soon, the trio arrived at the villa's lakeside pier, where a solitary figure, wearing a wide sunhat, lounged on a chair by the water. Janice exchanged a knowing glance with Mandy as they approached the seemingly slumbering figure.
"There she is. Looks like she's out cold," Janice murmured, her voice barely audible.
"I'm not sleeping—just resting my eyes," came a lazy drawl from the lounger. Delores opened one eye, rolling it dramatically before letting out a theatrical sigh.
Unfazed, Janice smirked and pointed toward her companion. "Mandy's here, and she's got work for you. Chop-chop!" she said, her tone more teasing than urgent.
"Lately, I feel more like Mandy's manager than yours," Delores complained, her tone dripping with frustration. "Maybe I should start taking my salary from her too," she grumbled, exasperated by Mandy's increasing dependence on Janice, which inevitably translated to more work for her.
