Mari crouched behind the broom cupboard anxiously, holding her breath so that no one could hear her. Not that she had much presence in the first place, but...
Uhh...what should I do? She bit her nails nervously, peeking out to check on the situation. Should she stay? Should she run away? Gripping her phone, she was praying to her light and savior the second young miss, wishing she would arrive quickly.
"Let's get out of here quickly," the chairman's brother whispered urgently. "I'll use the front door and pretend to smoke. You take the back, it should be unlockable from the inside. Tell a staff member to come here--to clean or whatever--so we can shift the blame to that person."
Mari almost gasped--how wicked! If she were still in the main house, it would have been her who received the order; then, she would be blamed for this evil scheme!
"Tsk--I know that already," the third wife grumbled. "What about the CCTVs? You're sure you're already shutting them down, right?"
