The price of silence
The sound of Beatrice Vance's stiletto heels echoing through the marble of the mansion has always been my wake-up call. Three times. I have been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, exactly three times. The driver in the closet, the security guard in the library and, finally, the chef himself in the master suite. Keeping the dirtiest secrets of New York's high society wasn't in my contract of employment as a maid, but the four-figure bonus salary was the exact price Beatrice paid for my silence—shielded by threats whispered right in my ear. I needed that job. And Mr. Arthur Vance, the billionaire CEO whose dark circles betrayed the sleepless nights at Vance Enterprises' headquarters, was never home to notice that his perfect life was a sham. Until that Thursday night.
About The price of silence
The sound of Beatrice Vance's stiletto heels echoing through the marble of the mansion has always been my wake-up call. Three times. I have been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, exactly three times. The driver in the closet, the security guard in the library and, finally, the chef himself in the master suite. Keeping the dirtiest secrets o...Read more