THE HOUSEMAID

desk. The girl in the picture was younger, but the resemblance

"Andrea, let's get out of here before Mr. Richa

walked down the hallway, Andrea's thoughts whirled with questions. What

Emma down the hallway. What else did Julian Richardson hav

drifted back to that fateful night five year

me a renowned actress. Her father, a wealthy businessman, h

arsing for a play when she received the devastating ne

lessness, the anger, the sadness. It had taken her years to com

truth. Julian Richardson had been responsible for her father's murder. S

as Emma touched her arm. "Hey, are you oka

mile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Jus

is house can be overwhelming. But we have to be caref

termination burning within her. "I know. But I'

d saying th

nnocent and naive new maid. "Thank you, Emma. I apprecia

you feel. This house can be overwhelming.

Emma know, Andrea had a hidden agenda. She was determined

racing with thoughts of revenge. She would play along with Emma, pretend to be the obedie

's labyrinthine corridors. But beneath her demure demeanor, a fire bu

t hidden. The Richardson family would never know that the quiet, obe

duties. Andrea listened intently, her eyes never leaving Emm

for the perfect moment to strike. The Richardson family would pay f

hrill of anticipation. Andrea's eyes locked o

r voice sweet and obedient. But her eyes told a d

pushed it open, assuming it was another room that needed cleaning. Bu

curiosity got the better of her. She crept closer t

arrive tomorrow night,

"I don't want any mistakes. We can't

beat. What were they talk

worry, Julian. We've taken care of the pr

d they were talking about her. She f

's voices dropped to a whisper. Andrea

th questions. What did they mean by "the senator's

the kitchen, Andrea couldn't shake th

the corner, she collided wi

rs, a sinister smile sp

ripping with malice. "I see you're

nk. Had he seen h

ld respond, Julian

time we had a

at her to run, but her leg

bore into her soul, Andre

t understand why a man like him w