Heels fading down marble like the end of a nightmare.
The house breathed again.
Later, Richard offered me a permanent role — administrator of the estate.
I accepted without celebration.
“I still don’t know how you did it,” he admitted.
“I didn’t fight her,” I said. “I let her play until she lost.”
Outside that night, my phone buzzed.
“It’s done. Are you safe?”
“Yes,” I typed back. “She’s gone. He knows.”
I was never here just for the job.
I was here because once, someone I loved was destroyed by Victoria — and no one believed her because she was “just staff.”
This time, the silence broke.
And for the first time, the house belonged to the truth.
