CHAPTER 053: The Lady Of The House

I’m finding it difficult to process what Grant just said.

I stare at him, unsure if I heard him right. “She… she took the hard drives?”

He nods, scratching his chin. “Took them out, said she needed them for ‘safe-keeping,’ and then told me to shut off the cameras in the house whenever anyone’s at home. Until further notice, she said. So I did. You weren’t around. So I figured she was the lady of the house.”

I scoff, more to myself than to Grant. “She thinks she’s queen of everything she lays eyes on, yes. But she’s not the lady of the house, Grant. Not anymore.” My mind races, the implications of this news unfolding.

“Well,” Grant says, “either way, she took them. All the hard drives.”

“Did she say where she was taking them?”

“Nope.”

I let out a humorless laugh, unable to believe her audacity. Of course she took them—she’s always a few steps ahead, making sure there’s no proof of whatever stunt she’s planning to pull next. That woman is like a specter, lurking, quietly positioning he