The weathered man looked taken aback. "So this location isn't meant for you?"
"Absolutely not. It's for a despicable woman who destroyed my female employer's existence," Andrew answered without pause.
"A homewrecker, then?"
"..." Andrew found himself unable to clarify the current circumstances. He simply redirected the conversation. "I need this shelter positioned in complete isolation. She's a pampered brat, so don't anticipate her hunting seals or fish. Simply provide her with food and force her to prepare it herself."
"So you're asking us to care for her? I assumed you simply wanted her to perish in complete desolation," the weathered man stated.
"... my female employer instructed not to eliminate her too quickly," Andrew explained. "Allow her to endure the freezing temperatures, and attempt to maintain her survival as long as feasible until she either loses her sanity from the solitude, or succumbs to the cold."
