onto the marble floor, glared around the deserted foyer, and rudely questioned our elderly head housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, about why I wasn’t there to welcome him back.
Mrs. Gable emerged from the hallway with an expression as hard as stone. Looking him directly in the eyes, she delivered the crushing truth. “Sir, ma’am left seven days ago!” Mrs. Gable stated firmly, her voice echoing sharply through the high-vaulted ceilings.
The shock struck Christopher immediately. His smug expression disappeared, his entire body stiffened like a statue, and the horrifying reality of
