The Mafia Queen Hiding as a Housekeeper

Synopsis

"I said kneel." At Sophie Whitmore's eighteenth-birthday gala, a man walked in wearing a tailored tuxedo. He carried a pistol hidden under his jacket. He poured red wine over my shoes and told the whole ballroom to watch the Whitmores' forty-five-year-old housekeeper kneel. "I said kneel." Every wealthy guest glanced over their glasses. Some looked away. Some enjoyed watching me be humiliated. They saw only a quiet housekeeper. They did not know men far more dangerous than him had once lowered their guns when I raised one finger. I sank to one knee beside the spilled wine. But I grabbed a loose metal pin from the serving cart. I turned his own momentum against him. In one sharp move, he slipped and crashed down on the floor right in front of me. "Now we're both on the floor," I told him quietly. "Only one of us has a reason to be embarrassed."