The Ultimate Price For Cruelty In A Private Mansion
Chapter 1: The Wrath of the Master
The modern, white-paneled kitchen felt suddenly smaller as Mr. Sterling, the billionaire owner of the estate, absorbed the maid's words. Clara, trembling in her navy blue uniform, clutched the plate of half-eaten scraps as if it were her only lifeline. The raw terror in her tear-swollen eyes spoke volumes louder than her soft voice.
"He docked your pay?" Mr. Sterling’s voice didn't explode; it dropped into a terrifyingly quiet, dangerous tone. "And he left you to starve in my house?"
Clara nodded slowly, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "Mr. Vance said... he said maids are replaceable. He told me if I complained to you, he’d make sure I never found work in this city again."
Before she could retreat further into the shadow of the kitchen island, Mr. Sterling took off his tailored navy blue suit jacket. With a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the fury burning in his eyes, he draped the expensive wool fabric over her shaking, cold shoulders.
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"You don't need to hide anymore, Clara," he said softly, his breathing deep and controlled. "Eat. From this moment on, no one touches your paycheck, and no one humilities you under my roof."
He turned on his heel, his face hardening into granite as he walked out of the kitchen. The time for corporate diplomacy was over. It was time to settle the score.
