Upstairs, in the master suite, Olivia was already complaining to Richard about “that new maid.” Richard rubbed his temples, clearly tired of the constant fights.
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.
Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Just wait. You’ll crack.”
But days turned into weeks, and Aisha did not crack. She didn’t just survive—she anticipated. Olivia’s coffee was always at the perfect temperature, her dresses steamed before she asked, her shoes polished to a mirror shine.
Richard began to notice. “She’s been here over a month,” he remarked one evening. “That’s… a record.”
Olivia waved her hand dismissively. “She’s tolerable—for now.”
What Olivia didn’t know was that Aisha was quietly learning everything about her—her moods, her habits, even the nights she left the mansion under the excuse of “charity events.”
One Thursday night, while Olivia was out, Aisha was dusting in Richard’s study when she heard the door open. Richard looked surprised to see her.
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