Go for the notebook

You move his wife lingerie to lift the notebook from the basket. It feels warm, as if it's been handled recently. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that this could be exactly what you're looking for. You glance around the room, making sure no one is watching before opening the book.

You scan the page quickly, eyes darting over the neatly written entries. To your surprise, it's not in Spanish, but rather in English, with a few words here and there that you suspect are code. The handwriting is elegant and precise, much like the woman whose clothes you're handling. The entries detail meetings, transactions, and the comings and goings of various people in and out of the compound. Your heart races as you realize the treasure trove of intel you've stumbled upon.

You wonder if his wife is involved in the crime activity as well. You look for more information not realizing El Escorpión is right behind you.

"Well isn't it one of my new maids." Your back is turn with the notebook hidden. The voice is unmistakably El Escorpión. His eyes on your backside studying your frame.

You freeze, your hand hovering over the leather cover, your heart hammering like a drum in your chest. You turn around slowly, trying to keep your breath steady.

He stands in the doorway, a shadow across the threshold, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks. His eyes, dark and cold, bore into you like twin ice picks. For a moment, you think about making a run for it, but you know you wouldn't get far. You've studied his security measures, the layout of the compound. Instead, you **** a smile.

"Hello master." You bow your head slightly, your voice a mix of feigned subservience and genuine fear. "I was just taking care of your laundry as instructed."

He look at the lingerie outfits on the bed. "You know I got a few hours to kill. Why don't you model some of those for me. That body of yours looks like it could fill out my wife's clothes quite nicely."

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