The chatter among the three ladies, Iza Candy, Britney Hunter, and Nicolly, filled the air as they sat on their ivory-colored couch. Their eyes were locked on the screen in front of them, watching their youngest sister Gaby shuffle about the kitchen. The maid was a source of entertainment for them, especially today when she seemed to be disobeying their orders.
"Look at her," said Nicolly, pointing at the screen. "She's not even following our instructions properly."
Iza rolled her eyes. "I think she's being stubborn on purpose," she said, glancing at Britney who nodded in agreement.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. A moment later, Gaby entered the room, looking nervous. She tried to avoid their gaze but was immediately caught by their stern expressions.
"What is it, Gaby?" asked Iza, her voice cold.
The maid swallowed hard. "I... I have a request," she stammered, her eyes darting around the room.
Iza raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?" she asked, danger seeping into her tone.
Gaby took a deep breath. "I... I want to see Aline," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The atmosphere in the room shifted. The ladies exchanged glances, their expressions darkening. They knew Aline well--she was their trusted camerawoman who documented their exploits with Gaby. They also knew that Aline enjoyed pushing boundaries and often went too far in her recordings.
"Why do you want to see her so badly?" asked Britney, her voice hard.
Gaby swallowed hard. "I... I just feel like I need her help," she said, her voice trembling.
Iza stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. "You will do as we say, Gaby," she spat. "We've had enough of your defiance."
Before the maid could react, Iza grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the stairs. Britney and Nicolly followed close behind, their eyes filled with malice. Gaby tried to resist but she was no match for their strength.
As they reached the top of the stairs, they heard the click of the door lock. Aline stood in the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Aline, what are you doing here?" asked Iza, her voice sharp.
The camerawoman shrugged. "I heard there was some excitement going on," she said, her eyes fixed on Gaby. "And I just happened to be in the neighborhood."
The maid shook her head in disbelief. She knew Aline was trouble, but she had never expected this. As the three ladies dragged her into the room, she braced herself for what was to come.
