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Mr. Owen opens the door and Hailey steps in, wide-eyed at the place she’s about to watch. Derek Kage lays it out quick—he’s flying out for work and needs someone to keep the lights on. Beca Barbie’s just grateful; her landlord tossed her stuff on the curb yesterday, so this gig’s a lifesaver. She thinks she’ll be solo. Wrong. Every time she walks through a room she feels eyes on her—underwear drawer left cracked, a towel shifted on the rack. She hunts the shadows, heart kicking, until she corners the creep red-handed. It’s him. The whole business trip was bullshit. Derek owns it. Says she isn’t the first housesitter he’s watched, just the first to catch him. Hailey’s stomach flips, but the guy’s already pitching: keep the roof, split the bills, and throw in the extras whenever he wants. She hates how fast her brain picks survival over pride. The house is warm, the alternative is the street, and he’s standing there like he already knows the answer. She swallows, nods, and the deal is sealed with a look that says she’s in for way more than dusting.
Mr. Owen opens the door and Hailey steps in, wide-eyed at the place she’s about to watch. Derek Kage lays it out quick—he’s flying out for work and needs someone to keep the lights on. Beca Barbie’s just grateful; her landlord tossed her stuff on the curb yesterday, so this gig’s a lifesaver. She thinks she’ll be solo. Wrong. Every time she walks through a room she feels eyes on her—underwear drawer left cracked, a towel shifted on the rack. She hunts the shadows, heart kicking, until she corners the creep red-handed. It’s him. The whole business trip was bullshit. Derek owns it. Says she isn’t the first housesitter he’s watched, just the first to catch him. Hailey’s stomach flips, but the guy’s already pitching: keep the roof, split the bills, and throw in the extras whenever he wants. She hates how fast her brain picks survival over pride. The house is warm, the alternative is the street, and he’s standing there like he already knows the answer. She swallows, nods, and the deal is sealed with a look that says she’s in for way more than dusting.
