I stepped out of the servant's room, the sound echoing through the grand hallway. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and lemon polish, the subtle hum of the estate's central air conditioning filling the silence. I
adjusted the cuffs of my blazer one last time, the crisp fabric rustling as my fingers brushed against the sleek black material. My reflection in the gilded mirror on the wall caught my eye—sharp, professional, untouchable. The perfect bodyguard.
A group of maids and cleaners was clustered near a massive vase, their uniforms starched, their movements efficient.
One of them, a young woman with dark braided hair, glanced up as I passed. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she quickly looked back down at the dust cloth in her hands.
The older maid beside her noticed the exchange and elbowed her subtly, her voice a hushed whisper. "Eyes on your work, Tina."
