Mummy’s finally passed out from her third ‘medicinal’ martini, which means the east wing is mine. Found the security guard’s phone she’s been ‘confiscating.’ The videos on it are… enlightening. Turns out Javier has a thing for being told exactly what to do by a girl in her mother’s pearls. The way his thick cock strained against his uniform pants when I whispered in his ear… I almost felt something other than boredom. Tomorrow, I think I’ll ‘accidentally’ lock us in the panic room. See how dedicated to protocol he really is when my tongue is tracing the head of his cock and his keycard is just out of reach. Survival of the fittest, darling. And I intend to be very, very fit.