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Sebastian sensed that she was being serious and decided to hear her out. After all, there wasn’t much she could do as a maid. “Alright then. Have a seat and start speaking.” He told her and shut his laptop down. Sandra slowly moved from where she was and took a seat. Her hands were sweaty, and her lips body was shaking with fear. She desperately hoped that Sebastian would believe her. “I...Please don’t judge me...or hate me more than you already do when you hear this.” She pleaded without looking at him. “Can you speak already?” Sebastian hated how much she dragged it out and wanted to get it over. Sandra played with her fingers nervously, looking down at her lap as she prepared herself to speak. “I uh...I have been sleeping with your father.” She said in one breath with her eyes shu