Thea stood frozen near the top of the grand staircase, her hand clutching her wool coat tightly against her chest.Down the hallway, the voices of the two junior maids had faded, but their words echoed loudly inside her head.She turned around, intending to hurry downstairs, but as she reached the main foyer, Martha stepped directly into her path. The head housekeeper held a silver tray with a cup of warm tea, her face set in a careful, rigid expression."Good morning, Mrs. Vane," Martha said, her tone smooth but firm as she blocked the way to the front doors. "You shouldn't be out of bed yet. Mr. Vane left strict instructions before he went into the office this morning. You are to stay upstairs and rest until he returns."Thea stopped, her eyes locking onto Martha's tight posture. "Martha, move aside. I need to go out.""I am sorry, madam, but I cannot allow that," Martha replied, stepping slightly to the left to block her again. "Mr. Vane was very clear. The car keys are locked away
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