The Maid’s Daughter Asked To Play One Song, Then Silenced The Whole Penthouse

on the ceiling with a broom.

In that huge room, those hands looked tiny.

Mr. Whitmore took one step forward.

Ben shifted, pretending to reach for a glass someone had set near the piano.

It was hardly anything.

Just a small movement.

But it placed him between Mr. Whitmore and the bench for one second.

One second was enough.

Maddie pressed the first note.

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