ORLANDA stood frozen in place, her mind racing, as she glanced around the room, then turning her gaze to her boss who had already settled back into the bed. She had never ever been inside Oswald's personal space, and the sheer size and luxury of it unnerved her. The coldness in his voice still lingered in the air, and as she turned to walk toward the bathroom, something made her stop.

"Which bathroom... sir?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The lights came on immediately and she cringed.

Oswald shot her a glance, his expression hard and unreadable.

"Is there any other bathroom in here, silly?" He replied...