The next morning, Alexandra stood in the middle of the living room holding a tissue over her nose. She was bossing the maids around as they cleaned out my room."Move it!" she barked. "Throw out everything she touched. Seriously, leaving her junk in this house is such a bad omen."Gabriel Ashby, the butler, stepped out of the cramped, windowless closet of a room I had been living in, dragging a beaten-up cardboard box."Mr. Ethan, everything else is cleared out," Gabriel said. "But we found this shoved all the way in the back, right under Ms. Reid's bed."Ethan sat on the couch, looking like he had aged overnight. He stared at the box before reaching out and ripping the packing tape off.Inside the box lay a few small packages wrapped in old newspapers. Names were scribbled across the rough paper in messy, uneven marker.With a shaking hand, Ethan picked up the one with his name on it.He tore away the layers of newspaper, revealing a 50,000-dollar luxury electric neck massage
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