That answer seemed to intrigue him, but before he could ask more, the front door slammed and Olivia’s heels clicked sharply against the marble. She was back—earlier than usual.
The next morning, Olivia was unusually quiet. She stayed in her suite, making phone calls in hushed tones. Aisha noted the tension in her voice, the way she avoided Richard at breakfast.
That night, as Aisha passed the master suite, she overheard Olivia’s words through the slightly ajar door:
“…No, I told you not to call me here. He can’t find out. Not now.”
Aisha’s pulse quickened. She moved on before she could be seen, but one thing was certain—whatever secret Olivia was hiding, it was the reason so many maids had “failed.”
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