I don’t think I could ever forget the face of Porter the moment I left him in the cemetery. It has been days but I could still remember it vividly.
And it’s bothering me.
I sighed and started to supervise the start of the designing of the interior of Miss Darlene’s home in New York. Today is going to be a busy day because we have to install most of the appliances and lights.
Miss Darlene’s house is not exactly a house. It is a mansion. It is located at the village that only elite people could afford. It’s obvious because I barely see any house in the neighborhood. Most of them are all mansions.
“Yes, move it a little on the right,” I instructed as I assisted my staff with the painting of the Great Wall of China. It was painted by a rising artist, Lake Finch.
We stated installing th
