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Hamilton Mansion stood in the quiet outskirts of Greenwich, Copect, overlooking acres of well-kept gardens and tall iron gates that separated the world of the rich from the ordinary life outside.

Elea Carter had been crossing those doors every morning for three years.

To most people inside the mansion, she was invisible.

Simply another domestic worker with a clean gray face that polished the floors silently, washed the bed linens and served tea during long business meetings.

But Elepa puca complained.

I needed that job more than anything in the world.

His mother’s hospital bills had swallowed up every last penny his family had ever earned.

The cancer treatments, the surgeries, the medications… every month the debt grew, became heavier, more suffocating.

Sυ hermaпo meпor, Jasoп, trabaja de пoche eп υпalmacenп.

Elea worked six days a week at the Hamilto factory.

Not even all of them would be enough.

Sometimes, Elepa would stay awake in her small rented apartment wondering if life would always be like drowning.

Eпtoпces, υпa traпqυila tarde de otoño, todo cambió.

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“Elepa, Mrs. Hamilton wants to see you at the studio.”

The voice belonged to Margaret, the head housekeeper.

Eleпa raised her eyes from the cutlery that was being polished.

“To me?”

Margaret nodded, lowering her voice slightly.

“She specifically asked for you.”

That was iusual.

Very idiousual.

In three years, Eleÿa had only spoken to Mrs. Victoria Hamilto a handful of times.

Victoria Hamilton was one of the most powerful women in Coppetctic.

Widow. Shine. Cool. Be elegant.

She controlled the Hamilton Fiscal Group, a business empire valued at billions.

Elea dried her hands nervously and the delatal.

“Did he say why?”

Margaret hit her head.

“No. But I dreamed seriously.”

Elea’s stomach contracted.

Had he made a mistake?

Did you break something expensive?

Did it bother any of the guests?

SŅ meпte iba a mil por hora mieпtras caminaba por el largo pasillo de mármol hacia el estudio.

The door was already open.

Outside, Mrs. Hamilton was sitting behind a huge oak desk, reading something on a tablet.

His silver hair was neatly gathered behind his head, and he wore a dark blue suit that looked more elegant than any sword.

—Elepa Carter —he said without looking up.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Close the door.”

Elea obeyed.