the high-rise lobby a

s screeched to a halt in front of her. Four men in

quests your presence," the lead

er suitcase. She climbed into

driving deep into the heavily

family mansion. Elisa dragged her suitcase

uffocating smell of aged san

long mahogany table, sipping tea with

and in the center of the room for ten ago

ir teacups, their eyes raking over

own. She picked up a gold-embossed menu a

ne barked. "It is vulgar. It lacks class. But I suppose I sh

twisting with malice. "You reek of

enu on the floor. She didn

ermaine dead

avec cette sauce est une insult

r accent a flawless, ari

d. Two of them nearl

e de cacher un manque de culture par l'excès," Elisa continued, her

as a desperate, new-money attem

ple. She didn't speak French, but she underst

ce this family finds me so useless,

er hands on the ta

n the matriarch and wal

a deep breath of the crisp Long

r straight to t

stares of her coworkers, and marched di

esignation letter onto

tive immediate

, you can't just leave. We are short-

interrupted, her voice hard. "

cy stare, the director swallo

lastic ID badge and d

Her phone buzzed. Jewel: The safe hous

smile. The nurse was dead. The