I Sat Alone in My Mansion on My Birthday Until The Cleaning Lady’s Daughter Walked In and Asked the One Question I Couldn’t Answer

marble floor. Victor didn’t turn his head.

“I told the security team no distractions tonight, Collins,” Victor snapped.

“I’m not Collins,” a small, high-pitched voice replied.

Victor turned. Standing there was a girl no taller than his waist, wearing a faded “Supergirl” shirt and a pair of muddy sneakers. She was clutching a half-eaten apple.

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