Jane’s POV I walked into the kitchen without making any noise. The smell of spices and frying oil filled the air. A few of the maids were busy—cutting vegetables, stirring pots, arranging plates. “Stop what you’re doing,” I said, my voice firm but controlled. “Everyone is needed in the living room. Now.” They all froze for a second, then quickly started putting things down. “Yes, madam,” one of them said. Within seconds, they began filing out of the kitchen one after the other.I stood still, watching them leave. Then, just as the last few were about to step out, I reached forward and grabbed one of them by the arm. She stiffened immediately. “Y-you… can go ahead,” she stammered to the others, trying to keep her voice steady. The rest didn’t question it and they left. The moment there is no one any longer,the air changed. I let go of her arm slowly and stepped closer. Her head was lowered and her hands trembled slightly. “Why didn’t you do exactly what I told you?” I as
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