When he entered his own home, the silence met him like an old ghost.Jim, the housekeeper, stood near the hallway, hands folded, face uneasy. “Welcome home, sir,” he said quickly. “You’re back earlier than we expected.”Raymond’s eyes scanned the foyer. Everything looked immaculate, too immaculate. Not a shoe out of place, not a trace of life. The air smelled faintly of lemon polish and her perfume. He could feel it, that lingering presence of her, as if the house still breathed her name.“Jim,” he said, voice low.“Yes, sir?”“When was the last time Mrs. Anderson was here?”Jim’s eyes flickered. “She came two days ago, sir.”Raymond turned slowly. “Two days ago?”“Yes, sir. She packed a few things.”Raymond’s stare sharpened. “And you didn’t think to call me?”Jim swallowed. “Sir, you said not to disturb you during your trip. Your assistant said you had… several ongoing meetings and…”“That doesn’t apply to her.” Raymond’s voice cracked through the air. “It never applies to her.”Jim
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