Chapter 9

Clara's POV

I assisted my mom in baking cupcakes for a birthday celebration during the day. She made the decision to launch her own tiny company.

I arrived at the motel around six o'clock at night, which meant I was one hour ahead of schedule. This needed to be documented.

The hotel's atmosphere had entirely changed, and something was off. It's generally peaceful and quiet, so when a few visitors attempted to disturb that peacefulness, the staff experienced an unprecedented level of terror.

I made an unsuccessful attempt to decipher the meaning of the murmurs among the maids in the hallway.

I carried out my daily activities and put on my outfit.

I went to the break room to grab a cup of coffee.

"I heard he's coming here today," said Sandra, one of the housemaids.

Four of her buddies were seated around a table with her.

"I've heard that he's really frightening. When he speaks to any of his staff, he forbids them from meeting his gaze. They must constantly maintain a downward gaze." Eri