Part 8

ALARM BLARED. With sleepy eyes, Olivia fumbled under her pillow, searching for her phone to turn off the alarm. She lay still for a few moments, trying to shake off the drowsiness, stretching her muscles before sitting up on the bed.

It was five in the morning, and outside her bedroom window, people were already bustling, starting their day. Olivia got out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom inside her room.

Her residence could be described as a studio apartment, measuring four by six meters, with a bathroom and a small kitchen area of two and a half by one and a half meters. But she wasn't in an apartment building or a boarding house; instead, she was in a housing complex for employees built at the back of the Quirino family's house. A family of Italian-American descent. It was where Olivia worked.

Olivia had been working for the Antony-Claire family for five years. Her position? Well, Olivia herself couldn't accurately classify what her role in the house was. All she knew wa