Desmond remained on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while waiting for the cleaning service agent to arrive.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. He stood up and walked over to the door to answer it.

"Who is that?" He asked while holding the door handle.

"Grace. I'm here for house cleaning." A feminine voice answered. When he opened the door, he was met with the sight of a young lady, who was probably in her mid-twenties. Her long, dark hair was tied back into a neat ponytail. She looked like a university student who was working part-time for the agency.

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