"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"
Three maids flinched in the corridor outside of Cynthia's room and exchanged grave looks.
"Sh-Should we at least close the door for them?" The first one asked.
"Are you insane!" The second whisper shouted at her, "You're the newest personnel in this mansion but we have been over this so many times, act as if you are blind, deaf, and mute in here!"
"CYNTHIA! EMPTY THIS FUC*ING SUITCASE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL EMPTY IT FOR YOU!"
The third maid clicked her tongue repeatedly, the staff of the Evans mansion was at a loss as to what they should do at times like this. Especially when the Robinsons were nowhere to be seen.
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