Chapter 2: The Silent Observer
"My apologies, Ma’am! I’m so clumsy," Elena gasped, diving for the shards.
Martha’s face contorted with a vicious, instantaneous rage. "You stupid, wretched girl! Get out of my sight before I have you thrown in the street!"
Arthur stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the marble. "Let her be, Martha. She’s had a long day."
May you like
Martha laughed, a brittle, high-pitched sound. "You always did have a soft spot for the help, Arthur. It’s charming, really. Almost as charming as your sudden lack of appetite."
Arthur walked to the head of the table, his presence suddenly looming, suffocating. "You were always too impatient, Martha. You didn't realize the security feed doesn't just record the house. It sends everything directly to the cloud, synced to my personal server in real-time."
