Sinful Vows
In her hand, a delicate crystal wine glass trembled, the rich red liquid sloshing precariously against the rim.
Her personal assistant, Grace, stood a few feet away, her head bowed so low her chin almost touched her chest. Grace knew better than to make eye contact with Miriam when she was like this. To meet her mistress’s gaze in a moment of fury was to invite a punishment far worse than a simple firing. Grace was more than just a personal assistant; she was a partner in crime, a sister in lies, and the keeper of Miriam’s darkest secrets.
“I… I don't know, ma’am,” Grace stammered, her voice a tiny, frightened whisper. “I have been trying every avenue… but she’s like a ghost.”
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