Chapter 5 - Confronting The Head Housekeeper About The Stolen Wages
Jonathan marched out of the dark pantry and strode swiftly down the polished mahogany hallways toward the staff quarters on the lower level.
The grand crystal chandeliers overhead glittered coldly in the silent, sleeping hours of the wealthy suburban estate.
He stopped abruptly in front of the head housekeeper’s private office door and pounded his fist against the heavy wooden paneling.
Inside, the light flickered on immediately, and heavy footsteps shuffled across the floor before the door clicked open.
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Mrs. Gable stood in the doorway, tying her silk bathrobe tightly around her waist with a look of feigned, exhausted surprise.
“Mr. Sterling? Is everything alright? It is past two in the morning,” Mrs. Gable asked, her voice dripping with practiced innocence.
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