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— Oh God, how lovely, — Jennifer chirped softly, tilting her head so that the sunlight from the window fell directly onto the ring.
She raised her hand, admiring the sparkle of the stone, while skillfully hiding a barely noticeable grimace.
— Glad you like it, — Richard, her husband, replied with a proud smile. He was clearly expecting excitement.
— Of course, I like it, — she put on a tender smile, — you always know how to surprise me.
She lightly touched her lips to his cheek, lingering just a bit longer, as if wanting to remember the moment.
— Well, I have to go, I’ve got a meeting, — Richard said, already heading toward the door, leaving his beautiful wife with her wide smile at home.
The door clicked softly, and silence filled the spacious living room. Jennifer immediately lowered the hand with the sparkling ring and gave it a critical look.
— Hm… the carats are laughable… — she muttered through her teeth, slipping the jewelry back onto her finger. — Three months he’s been going on about some “surprise,” and in the end, it’s this.
— Mrs. Lawson? — a young maid, Katie, peeked timidly into the room, holding a tray with coffee.
Jennifer turned sharply.
— Where were you when I walked into the living room? Why aren’t the windows cleaned? The sun’s shining so bright I can see the dust like in a cheap store display!
Katie blushed, lowering her gaze.
— I… just finished in the kitchen…
— Don’t make excuses, — Jennifer cut her off, stepping closer. — We have a house worth several million, and you still manage to make it look like no one’s cleaned it for a week.
Katie pressed her lips together ever so slightly but stayed silent. Feeling her power, Jennifer went on:
— After coffee, take care of the windows. And spare me your long smoke breaks.
She snatched the cup from the girl’s hands and walked into the hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
— God, nothing but slackers everywhere… — she muttered, taking a sip of scalding coffee.
Placing the cup on the marble surface, Jennifer sighed, turned, and headed toward the glass doors leading to the inner courtyard.
A minute later, the robe flew onto a lounger, and she slipped into the cool water of the pool. Her movements were measured, but her head was still swirling with irritation — at Richard and his “surprise,” at Katie, and at everything around her.
An hour later, she was already heading back into the house, drying her hair with a thick towel. A long, snow-white robe billowed in the wind over her shoulders, but her face remained gloomy, as if the pool had only made her mood worse.
— Katie! — her voice echoed through the house. — What did I say about the windows? Why do they still look like they’ve been through a sandstorm?!
The maid, emerging from the kitchen, clutched a rag guiltily in her hands.
— I didn’t have time, Mrs. Lawson, I…
— You’re gonna feed me your excuses again? — Jennifer stepped closer, drilling her with her eyes. — Didn’t have time, huh? Maybe I should bring you a pillow so you can sit down and “not have time” in comfort?
At that moment, a dull thud of the door and quick footsteps sounded behind her. Jennifer turned and saw two men in black masks standing in the hall. One was holding a sack, the other a gun.
— Hands up! — barked the one with the weapon.
Jennifer dropped the towel in shock, while Katie let out a quiet cry and pressed herself against the wall.
— You — coldly snapped the second man, stepping toward Jennifer — hands behind your back, you’re coming with us!
— What?! — she recoiled, clutching her robe. — Do you… do you even realize what kind of shit you’re getting yourselves into?!
The first one, with the gun, waved impatiently:
— Move it! No scenes!
— Scenes? — Jennifer straightened sharply, but instantly jerked when the second man grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward. — Let go! You have no idea whose hands you’ve just put yourself in! I…
— Less talk, — he cut her off, pulling plastic zip ties from his pocket.