Beneath the surface

But I had a job to do, and my place was not to question my superiors. With a nod, I returned to my duties, my movements mechanical as I tried to shake off the feeling of betrayal. I had let myself believe, even for a moment, that there was something more between us, something genuine. But it was clear now that I was nothing but a maid, a servant to be used and discarded at his whim. I went back to my work, my mind racing. How could I serve Mr. Harrison fiancee without letting on that I knew? What would happen if she discovered my secret? Would she be like Victoria, cold and cruel, or would she be kind, like Rachel? Or perhaps she was another player in this twisted game, another pawn in the endless dance of power and desire that ruled the mansion. I worked with a new vigor, scrubbing floors and polishing silverware until my hands were raw, trying to push the thoughts away. But as the hours ticked by, the anticipation grew, a thick tension that filled every corner of the mansion like a f