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

Lethal Question

The girl, Lila, walked closer, her eyes scanning the long, empty table. She pulled out a chair—the one reserved for the Mayor—and climbed onto it, her sneakers dangling inches from the expensive silk upholstery.

“Are you having a party?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Something like that,” Victor replied dryly.

“Then where are they?”

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