Chapter 8

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"London at last," Grace muttered; they had barely made it to the airport on time, thanks to Diana, who overslept.

"Alright, ladies, come this way," Secretary James said, addressing them. "Instead of the hotel, we will be using one of Mr. Creed’s villas; after all, it's going to be a three-week trip; so please behave yourselves and remember the rewards and promotions you will get after this business trip; it will depend on how well you perform. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," they all chorused.

Before dark, they arrived at the villa, and oh, what a villa! It was huge, with a grand fountain in the middle of the field and a swimming pool at the side of it—one they were told not to enter, by the way. Each of them was given a room, and Grace found herself close to the master bedroom.

"Okay, here we are; take your time, rest, and prepare what needs to be prepared by morning; the real work starts," Mr. James said and left.

Diana turned to Grace and said, "Is it just me or did