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Isabella

I never really went into his office room. He always told us not to enter it, and honestly, there wasn't that much interesting in there anyway, just some files. But now those files matter to someone else. I wanted to find more information about these payments. Yeah it was late, but they kept me up. What if it was another family? What if there was another person that thought she had married a decently rich, good guy just like I had thought? I had to know.

My eyes went to the big monitor in his room. Why did he have such a big one, anyway? In the lower corner, there was a sticky note with some random letters and numbers on it. Out of curiosity, I booted up the computer and typed in the letter combination that I had guessed was a password, and I logged in. Bingo. At least this means James has access to all his digital files, should the need be.

Then I noticed that a program was still open. 'Security Cam Dashboard' Right, he also rented out office spaces to local businesses. But shouldn't these businesses and only these business have access to security camera footage? I opened it, and it showed a bedroom. The camera footage was called 'My fave', followed by an address. An address, that seemed familiar...

I looked in the files, it seems like he kept track of tenants. Some woman lived there until the end of November, when she moved out. The next tenant was... Fuck, that's why it seemed so familiar. James Goodman.

And the monitor confirmed it. He just entered the bedroom. Oh god, he started undressing. Calm down, Isabella, there's nothing wrong with seeing this, just inform him later. I never realized how large his penis was, too. No, those are the wrong thoughts at the moment. I need to call him. But... there was a woman lying on his bed. Seems like a lucky gal, James is a good guy, unlike his awful father.

Oh god, they're probably about to have sex. Why hasn't he told me about her, anyway? I guess she was new, he hasn't lived here for more than a week anyway. He'd tell me if it was something serious. But I had to call him now, there was no way around it.

James

Amber was pissed. And honestly, so was I. It was the second time my mom interrupted our sex. I took the phone, grinding my teeth: "Hello mom, what is it?" I don't think I hid my feelings all too well.

"I know I'm calling at a bad time, but can you check the wall behind your bed for any irregularities? About a foot above the bedframe?" I was confused. "Uh, sure, mom?" I knelt on the bed, next to Amber, trying to feel my way across the wall, when my mom suddenly interrupted.

"That's it, this spot. Can you try to scratch it open?"

"Uh what? What's going on, mom?" I slowly started scraping the wall.

"I booted up your father's work computer, and he had a software for security software. Only issue is, I didn't see an empty office, but your bedroom." I immediately grabbed my blanket, trying to cover myself up. "Nothing to worry about honey, I've seen you naked before. Just rip out the camera." It didn't make me feel better.

As I got hold of the minuscule camera, Amber suddenly realized why my mom had called me. As I pulled on the camera, the cable emerged from the wall, a thin line now looked like it separated the wall, the cables eventually lead to the power supply and internet access. "We'll call the police tomorrow about this, okay mom?"

"Y-Yeah honey."

"Anything else, mom?" I could tell when she didn't say everything she wanted. She was bad at hiding it.

"P-Please use a condom. I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet." Isabella +11SP (+36SP)

"D-Don't worry about it, mom. We'll talk tomorrow about everything, okay? Good night."

"Good night, honey."

I turned to Amber. "What the fuck is going on, master?" "Seems like my father has done a lot more than just cheating on my mother." After a brief pause, I said: "Sorry Amber, I'm not in the mood right now. This really ruined it. Having my mom see me and everything..." "Don't worry master, this killed my mood too. Was your father away the last time we were here?" "Oh yeah, he went away at the start of the week. He probably let me have this house as a kind of coverup, to make everything seem less suspicious." "Thank god, master. I'm yours and yours only to enjoy." She gave me a kiss and we slept, like a normal, boring couple. Yeah, it's really not my thing. I couldn't live like this for the rest of my life. For today, I don't mind, but I won't always have my mom as a moodkiller available.

"Oh, Amber, can you give me Beth's phone number? I want to inform her about my schedule next week."

"Sure, master"

I wrote a simple message explaining everything to Beth: 'Hello Beth, this is James. I got your number from Amber, because my life situation is very messy right now and I want to inform you of everything. I'll be in the office on Monday if you allow me to help Gloria with her work. I have already edited some articles sent to me today and will do so again tomorrow. I have to take over some responsibilities of my father's business, so I'll work from home Tuesday to Thursday, if possible. I expect to still have enough time to continue my job.'

There's also something else I needed to organize.

'Hey Emily, do you have the time for some emergency houseworks next week, Tuesday to Thursday? I also want to buy a closet, I have the cash available. I'll explain everything tomorrow.'

By that point, Beth had responded: 'As long as you can fulfill the work I assigned to you, no problem. Explain everything on Friday after our meeting.'

Perfect, I went to sleep.