Jamal glanced around the room he had been shown to, shaking his head as he took in cramped space.
He let out a chuckle when he lowered himself to the bed, the thin mattress creaked under his weight.
So, this was his life now.
A single, stiff bed, a tiny wooden wardrobe with one door hanging off its hinges, and a small desk with an old-fashioned lamp. The window above the desk had iron bars, making him feel more like a prisoner than a guest.
How did such a mansion have such an unwelcoming space for its employees?
He exhaled through his nose, still grinning. One month in this little space. One month of pretending to be a driver. It was going to be an experience, that was for sure.
Leaning back against the wall, he grimaced. The mattress was so thin he could feel the wooden slats underneath.
