CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Prisca, always the open one, raised their collaborative sentiment, “A cleanser? Why not a better job, Elah? Did you not finish your education?”

I sighed, realizing that explaining the complications of my life was no simple task.

“It's a long story, girls. But trust me, there is a reason for everything. You will understand soon.”

Despite their original reservations, the twins mustered a semblance of enthusiasm for my job.

Gabriel, always the probative family son, decided to lighten the mood by promising me a makeover.

His plan was to disguise my identity, icing that no one recognized me while I navigated my plan.

The night passed, a mixture of happiness and expectation.

Gabriel worked his magic, transforming my appearance to ensure that I blended seamlessly into a different person entirely.

The morning sun brought with it a new morning, and I felt a swell of determination as I prepared for my first day on the job.

Arriving at the office beforehand, I met James, who wasted