"Come on, Vanessa, don't panic, don't panic, he can't find you here." She hid under a large table a few inches from Donald's room. The table had large vases on it.
Donald stretched his arms and yawned walking off.
Vanessa came out and cleaned her trousers stained with oil paint.
"That was close." She exhales.
"I'm sorry, but please I am looking for Mr Donald Davidson. Do you know where he could be?." A voice said behind her back.
Vanessa looked back.
She was a young pretty girl with grey eyes, a full bosom and long legs that looked like a model. She wore a short skirt and a crop top that revealed her navel; her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"Yes, who exactly are you?." Vanessa stared at her.
"Ohh," she giggled." I am Mr Marcel Davidson's new maid, looking after his health until he recovers." She replied.
"I see, so this is the new maid Donald was talking about. The one who was brought to poison Marcel, you have the guts Donald." She thought.
