The Call to the Police
“I’m calling the police,” she said firmly, her voice echoing through the mansion.
The man’s face turned pale — a mixture of fury and disbelief. “Do you know what you’ve just done?” he roared. “I have lawyers, judges, police captains — one call, and they’ll make this disappear!”
The maid didn’t flinch. “If money bought justice, no child would ever be safe. You won’t silence me.”
Moments later, two uniformed officers entered, followed by a nervous butler.
