At the Entrance of a Five-Star Hotel, My Sister Pushed Me Away. “Get lost, you can’t even afford a glass of water here,” She Laughed. My Mother Added, “A former maid like you just smells like bleach. Go back to scrubbing toilets.”

our corporate archives room. He is currently carrying an embossed, oversized leather portfolio.”

A razor-thin, genuinely lethal smile touched the edge of my lips. “He isn’t just looking to impress Arthur Keating with sweeping views of the harbor. He is actively trying to steal our physical corporate registry seals to authenticate his fake loan contracts.”

“Should Marcus move in and detain him now?” Tasha asked, her finger hovering over the comms button.

“No,” I said softly, sliding the manila envelope into my sleek leather clutch. “Let the rat collect every