Juicy clues

You follow Greg through the seemingly endless hallways of the mansion until you arrive at a small office. He unlocks the door with and enters, motioning for you to do the same. The office is very much in contrast with the hallways. The walls are bland and made of concrete, with only a second door to your right to change it up. The room's furniture consists of a steel desk with a monitor and two chairs. Greg had taken the chair behind the desk so you take the other chair. Even though the chair was just as colorless as the rest of the room, it was quite comfortable.

"So, tell me. What is so special about that maid?" you ask. "Debi Delarius. Her mother, Ana Delarius, started working here around the time Darla was born. Ana was a sweet woman, and we never had a problem with her bringing her daughter to work. 6 years ago Ana lost the fight against cancer, leaving Debi on her own. Debi and Darla had become friends and she refused to let Debi go. So, we offered her a job as maid." Greg stopped, staring into the distance, with a sad smile on his face. "After Ana's ****, I think Debi started losing her self-control and restraint. She somehow managed to seduce one of my men into her bed. It didn't stop after that one time though. I know for a fact at least 18 of my men had sex with her on a regular basis. That was until I started noticing strange things happening around the house. Strange packages being delivered, kitchen equipment going missing. I caught that whore of a maid snooping around on one of the security cameras. I wasn't sure what I could accuse her of, but I have since forbidden my men from talking to her." Greg finished. He had an intense look in his eyes.

18 men! On a regular basis! You knew that girl was a whore the moment you walked in that room. "I think you made the right decision by warning me about her. But what do you suspect she has to do with Darla? They were friends. Even if Darla knew of her evening activities." Greg nods. "That's the problem. I have no evidence to accuse her, but my gut tells me that bitch is up to something." Always follow your gut. You find yourself already accusing the girl. Keep an open mind, you tell yourself.

"You said you wanted to see the mansion's security? Let me show you." Greg says. You follow him as he opens the door to the second room. The second room is much larger than the first. The room is filled with monitors. Two of the walls are covered in monitors, occasionally coming to life when they register movement. There are desks along the walls, similar to the one in Greg's office, with more monitors on them. There are currently three people in the room, besides you and Greg. There's a man under one of the desks, probably fixing a hardware issue, you guess. There are two women in the room. One of them is currently sitting at one of the desks, while the other is walking around, checking the monitors. "What room was your friend in? Let's see how his interview is going." Greg says. "The meeting was in Darla's room. Do you have cameras there?" you ask him. "Darla's room? We have cameras, but they're behind a password. Luckily for you, I'm one of the few people here with the password." he says, smiling sheepishly. You follow him to a specific monitor in the back of the room. He puts in a password longer than your full name and you watch as the monitor and the four surrounding monitors switch to Darla's room.