The assistant was completely dumbfounded. He stood there paralyzed, entirely unsure of what to do. The hourly cleaner was older and more calculating. Afraid of being implicated, she reminded the assistant to quickly record a video as evidence.
Left with no other choice, the assistant recorded a video and tremblingly sent it to Milo Monahan. Gathering his courage, he then called Milo and explained, his voice thick with tears, that the villa had been completely emptied. Everything was gone. What was the point of talking about picking up shirts or a desk lamp?
Upon receiving the call, Milo didn't believe it at all. He checked the video and nearly leaped out of his skin. How could this empty, four-walled shell of a house, stripped of its doors and curtains, possibly be his home? Where were his clothes? His prized collection of action figures? And where had his exorbitantly priced red wine, crystal glasses, and Persian rugs gone?
