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Several maids moved briskly about, dusting shelves, polishing tables, and arranging trays with practiced precision.
Anna’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide as she slowly turned in place, taking in the grandeur of the living room.
“Wait here,” the maid said, snapping Anna out of her daze before walking away.
Anna stood awkwardly near the door, watching the maids work. Everything there was cleaner, richer. This wasn’t just a quarter, it was paradise. The pace there was different, the air tighter. She could feel it already.
A few minutes later, Marco walked in.
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