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2025-03-02 23:58:51Aria.
I walked into the maid's quarters – a palace in its own right. It was larger than the house I grew up in, decorated with Russian luxury. Gold accents, ornate fixtures, the works. The room was abuzz with quiet whispers. Svetlana's meeting was about to start.
Holy hell. I eyed the horde of maids gathered in the room. Did the Yakovs employ the entire female population of Russia?
I kept my gaze low, avoiding the intensity of the curious stares boring into me. It felt like walking onto a stage in the middle of a performance – all spotlights and hushed anticipation. I kept my face blank, trying to exude a calm I didn't feel. My heart thudded in my chest, a wild drumbeat against the quiet whispers around me.
I headed toward a corner where the least number of gossipy hens were huddl
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