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~Belinda's POV
"I want you to do something small. Something easy. Nothing dangerous. And you'll get paid for it."
Her face lit up just a little, and she smiled. "I'll help. Whatever it is, I'll help."
I leaned in. "You have to promise me something, Cecilia. Whatever I ask you to do, it stays between us. No one hears about it. Not your friends, not your fellow maids, not even your own sister if you have one. Understand?"
She nodded quickly. "I understand. I swear, I won't tell anyone."
"Good." I took a deep breath, then turned around and walked to the window.
The door closed gently behind Cecilia. I sat there quietly for a moment, my hands folded in my lap, watching the perfectly cleaned room like it was a stage waiting for a show.
A slow smile crept onto my face. Not a warm one. A wicked, cold smile that even surprised me.
"That lowlife," I whispered to myself. "She thinks she can talk back to me? Say she doesn't want the triplets like she's doing them a favor?"
