He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

one last time.

“No.”

She nodded.

“Then don’t speak unless someone speaks to you first.”

The service hallway smelled faintly of lemon polish and fresh linen.

Staff members walked past without giving me a second glance.

No one recognized me.

Not the gardeners.

Not the kitchen staff.

Not even the security guard who greeted every employee by name.

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