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Just a short time afterwards he found the entrance and slid inside. You will address me as ‘master’ or ‘sir’. He smiled again as he kicked the rug aside and revealed a trapdoor. I let out a groan and hung my head. No one seemed to pay me any attention, but the feeling lingered on. He laughed. A big bedroom with a seemingly huge double bed, a bathroom with shower and tub. “Good morning.” The deep voice woke me. Smart suit, shiny shoes, and I had noticed the Irish accent. I would try to get some more money. My skin was covered in goosebumps as I followed him through the dark an cool tunnel.
