Chapter 5
Clara paused, holding the plastic bucket tightly against her burgundy dress as she considered her response. "Mr. Vance, I only clean the rooms I am assigned to, but I know Mrs. Vance loved her son far too much to ever walk out without saying goodbye."
Arthur winced slightly, the raw truth of those words cutting deeper than any corporate reprimand. He looked around the luxurious foyer, suddenly feeling like a prisoner inside his own family estate.
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"Get back to your duties, Clara," Arthur sighed heavily, turning away to follow his mother into the study. "Let us not speak of this again tonight."
As the heavy oak study door clicked shut, Clara stood alone in the hallway. She knew she couldn't let the matter rest; too many secrets were buried beneath the polished marble of the Vance household.
