Angela’s Suspicion
Angela had worked for William Hayes for nearly ten years. She’d seen him through his first marriage, his loneliness after his wife’s passing, and the long climb back to happiness. To her, he wasn’t “Mr. Hayes, the billionaire.” He was simply a good man — disciplined, kind, and never once cruel to his staff.
Which is why, when the new Mrs. Hayes arrived, something didn’t sit right.
Claudia was polite, yes, but her politeness was the rehearsed kind. The kind that smiled without warmth and complimented without meaning a word.
And the food — Angela had seen her sprinkle things into William’s meals that she couldn’t identify. Fine powders, oils from unlabeled bottles. When asked, Claudia always replied breezily:
“Just health supplements, Angela. You wouldn’t understand.”
Angela didn’t push further. But each night, she prayed she was wrong.
