The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

ted a mile in freezing temperatures. She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to scrub away the lingering image of the nightmare. I

lm had rested in the dream. The sensation was a phantom weight, heavy and possessive. She could almost smell him-a sharp, intoxicating mix of sandalwood

ay reality of her apartment, but the physical echo remained. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm th

s the date below the time that hit he

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ng that felt like a lie every time she breathed. Grief washed over her, not as a sadness, but as a heavy, suffocating pressure in her chest. She stared at the w

ce. It wasn't her standard ringtone. It was a speci

ng in her fingers ceased. The grieving daughter vanished, replaced by s

was flat, pitched lower than her natural reg

rted, digital static wrapping around

antries. No hello. Just business. "I pulled the last di

through the cheap plastic blinds at the street belo

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-level noise. Someone is asking questions abo

place. "Let them look. I was a shado

arnings. "Staying in New York is a risk. I have an opening in Ber

closet, where a crisp, tailored butler's uniform hung on a plastic hook

she

frustration. "You have skills that are being wasted. You're

ld. "This hotel holds the answers to my mother's dea

antage point," the voice a

he best vantage point

. Her thumb hovered over the delete log button.

her face, letting the shock nurture her focus. She looked up at the mirror. Her reflection star

much. Too

scalp, and secured it in a severe, unflattering bun. She applied a foundation that was two shades too pale for her skin tone, washing out her na

The fabric was stiff and professional. It was designed to blend in, to hide the definit

complex triple-lock system she had installed herself. It was the only modification

dbolts, one by one.

stride. She blended into the crowd of morning commuters, just another tired, invisible worker on her way to