Billionaire Walked into the Kitchen and Saw the Maid Crying into the Food, He Was Speechless…

Roselene heard Derek’s voice first, low and controlled, then Petra’s faster and sharper. She heard the word account repeated.

She heard contract. She heard something about a company name that she could not quite catch through the wall.

And then she heard Petra say very clearly and firmly, “You have no proof of anything.”

Then silence. Roselene pressed her pillow over her ears and told herself firmly that none of this was her business.

She was there to cook and clean and be invisible. Whatever was happening between two married people in the rooms above her had nothing to do with her.

She told herself this three times before sleep finally came thin and uneasy. Uh she woke before her alarm and lay in the dark for a while listening to the house breathe around her.

The next morning, she cleaned the ground floor rooms and then moved to the private study on the second floor.

Petra was at a full day of council meetings. Derek had left early for a site visit.

She entered the study with her cloth and bucket and worked from left to right along the walls the way she always did.

She was wiping the base of the tall, dark bookshelf when she noticed the gap at the bottom where something had fallen behind it.

A folder, thick brown, tied with black string. It must have slid off the shelf and fallen flat a while ago because there was dust on the back of it.