But for Aisha, this was just the first step in a plan that would either expose a secret… or destroy her completely.
The next morning, Aisha rose before dawn. While the rest of the mansion was silent, she began her rounds—dusting the library, polishing the silver frames in the hallway, and discreetly memorizing the layout of every room.
She already knew Olivia would find something to criticize. The trick was not to react.
Sure enough, at breakfast, Olivia made a show of “inspecting” the table settings. “Forks on the left, Aisha. Left. Is that so hard?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Aisha replied evenly, moving them without a hint of irritation.
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