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I knew it wasn't my place to raid his house without permission, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Marie, his housekeeper, appeared like an angel in an apron. She was a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes who seemed genuinely relieved to have help dealing with her impossible employer. With her guidance, I discovered that, unsurprisingly, the fridge had been hidden in plain sight. I just didn’t know how to open it. Or any of the cabinets. This house was like a luxury Rubik’s Cube.

The screech of it pierces the quiet street, and Allie stands at the front door with her key in the lock — the key that apparently no longer works — and waits for the house to wake up and find her. David Brooks appears first, pulling a robe closed, squinting against the light. He stops when he sees her. Something warm and confused moves across his face. "Allie? Why are you—" Vivian materializes on the staircase behind him, half-asleep and completely awake the moment she clears the landing and registers the scene. "Oh." Her voice carries the precise, delighted warmth of someone who has just been handed exactly the ammunition they've been waiting for. "I thought we had a break-in. Turns out it'

"We must be more careful; keep your eyes open, and if you see anything suspicious, don't hesitate to inform me. Be your sister's keeper, tell the other maids, and most importantly, be safe." These were the words Madame Clade said before dismissing the maids, and they got back to work. As a maid walked down the desolate halls of the guest room, she could hear erotic moans coming from a chamber. Intrigued by the low but exciting sexual sounds, the maid leans closer to the door of the chamber. She could now hear the sound of the moans clearly. Suddenly the door she rested on pushed open slightly; the maid became alert, but seeing as the people inside didn't notice, the maids still stayed put.

The ride back to my house was quick and as I walked down the hallway towards the room where that maid was confined, I was already reorganizing timelines, adjusting plans. We reached the private soundproof room that sat underground, hidden so well that most of the staff didn’t know this place existed. I stepped inside. The light inside the room was scarce, intentionally dimmed not for comfort but for focus. The maid was sitting stiffly on a metal chair, her hands folded over her lap. She heard my footsteps, but she didn’t look up. She refused to. “So,” I said as I stood towering over her. I didn’t sit down, sitting down means equality. “You slipped something in my wife’s pocket this morning,”

On the other end of the line, she sounded gentle and respectful, completely different from the woman who would later cry in front of the courthouse. I told Daniel to go straight to the university after landing and not come home. I did not go to the airport either. Instead, I turned and walked into a cafe. Once inside, I took a seat in the corner, pulled out my tablet, and connected to the home surveillance feed. Today was my only chance to catch her slipping, and I did not dare miss a single second. Megan arrived right on time at nine. As usual, she began by cleaning the house. Up until noon, everything looked normal.

Mr James said, his voice rough like sandpaper, almost a deep animal growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. “Unless you want the whole house to hear what happens next.” She swallowed hard, her hand reaching back trembling, and pushed the door shut with a soft, final click that echoed in the tense air. Lila, the 19-year-old virgin housemaid with her smooth caramel skin and wide innocent eyes, stood there frozen in shock. She had been downstairs in the kitchen, stirring the pot of stew for dinner, when she heard the strange groans coming from upstairs (low, guttural sounds).

A gentle knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, towel pressed to my face. One of the housemaids peeked in. "Ma'am, breakfast is ready." "Just bring it up here. I'll eat in my room." "Of course, ma'am," she said before disappearing. Ten minutes later, a tray of warm croissants, fresh strawberries, poached eggs, and orange juice was wheeled in. I ate slowly, savoring each bite. Letting myself feel again. After breakfast, I dressed in something soft and pretty - pastel linen pants, a white camisole, minimal makeup, hair up in a claw clip. When I came downstairs, Mom was already waiting, a vision of elegance and sass in her fitted jumpsuit and oversized sunglasses.

She ignores George and starts to walk out of the office without another word. The way she walked out of the office alarmed George. He switches his computer on and sees the screen blank with one word on it. BOO… He sees his computer has a virus. His eyes widen he picks up the landline and calls security. “The girl that left my office find her!” he shouts. ============= Olivia Herrington POV

"Our task is to discover whose name appears on those documents.. When the moment arrives we support her.” Eleanor pulled back. "Her? Are you referring to—” Vivian placed a finger over her lips. "Keep it quiet. This house is already listening.” --- It happened. Because within the servants quarters murmurs had evolved into assurance. “They say the woman is living.” “They mention she is arriving.” “They claim she possesses everything already.” The maids spread those murmurs like flames along the hallways across the kitchens and, up the stairs.. Within the quiet of the grand estate Samuel caught them as well.

Surprisingly, all their phones were switched off. She stopped a cab and then gave him the directions to the house. She was worried at how none of her friends, Alejandro and even Maria's line was off. She paid the cab driver and then walked into the house. It was quiet as if no one was home. She checked the kitchen but no one was in sight. “Hello?" She called as Roberta came out. “Hi, who are you and where is Alejandro?" She asked. “I'm the new maid, and Sir is up in his room." She said making her worried the more.