Punishing Your Cook

The sun is slowly sinking into the Mediterranean, bathing the yacht in a warm, golden light. You sit in the salon, looking at the broken heirloom that meant so much to you. The door opens quietly and Sofia, your cook, enters. She's wearing a simple but elegant dress that accentuates her slender figure. Her gaze is lowered, and you can see the uncertainty in her movements. "I'm so sorry," she whispers with a trembling voice. "I didn't know how to tell you. I want to do everything to make it right." She slowly lifts her gaze and looks at you with an expression that shows both guilt and the desire to please you.