"That's her room," the butler said, gesturing to a tall black door at the end of the hallway before turning and walking away.
I took a deep breath.
You've survived naked billionaires, emotional damage, and potential STD-infested bedsheets. You can survive this.
I knocked.
The door creaked open a few seconds later.
This... was her?
Yuri Han didn't look like the glammed-up luxury goddess I'd imagined. I expected her to look like Nari, with pearl necklace, pink chiffon and all.
Instead, she had a fresh buzzcut, and a thin black choker that hugged her throat. Her outfit was a baggy black tee, ripped jeans, and a dark eyeliner. She had more goth-tomboy energy than pink heiress.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked, staring at me in a really creepy way.
"Huh…uh, I'm here to clean your room," I stammered, holding up my feather duster.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh. That. Don't worry about it. I already cleaned it."
"You... cleaned it?"
"Yeah."