THE PARTY BEGINS
By evening, the house buzzed with conversation, clinking glasses, and guests eager to impress. I walked among them quietly, serving appetizers, listening to whispers behind manicured hands.
“I heard the husband’s family is humble,” one woman said.
“Tragic,” another sighed. “At least she’s keeping them out of sight.”
I returned to the kitchen just in time to see Jessica nearly bursting with excitement.
“He’s here!” she shrieked. “The CEO! David, fix your tie. This is your chance!”
His name was Thomas Harrison.
And Jessica had no idea he used to be my intern.
Jessica rushed toward the living room, but before she left, she shot me a look.
“Margaret, stay in here. Please. Don’t let Mr. Harrison see you like… this.”
I said nothing. I simply removed the apron, smoothed my shirt, and stepped out.
