HIS DARK SECRET
Victoria didn’t handle failure well; she would blame me, and that blame would fall on my mother’s shoulders.
And then there was the secret I held.
I knew he was talking drugs. If I reported that to Mrs.Victoria, she would be ecstatic. She would praise me.
I headed out to the main compound to clear my head, and then i saw him—Mr. Sterling.
The old man was in the garden, struggling with a pair of shears.
His hands were shaking, and he was hacking at a beautiful hedge with jagged, uneven strokes.
"Sir, let me help you with that," I said, stepping forward.
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