Olivia's POV
"What do you mean it's a connecting door to the master's bedroom?"
The words came out louder than I intended, but I couldn't help it - the sheer absurdity, the absolute audacity of this situation had stripped away every ounce of my ability to maintain my composure.
"Are you kidding me right now!" I asked, searching Rita's face for any sign that this was some kind of joke, some kind of prank that Maxwell's staff liked to play on unsuspecting guests.
But Rita's expression remained serious.
"No, sir. It's connected to the master's bedroom," she confirmed, her tone annoyingly calm, like this was a normal thing.
"This room was built for emergencies, you see. In case the master runs into some kind of problem - a fire, an intruder, a medical emergency - this room can be used as an escape route."
An escape route.
Right.
